THE EDGE OF THE CLOUD
This morning I thought I heard welcome rain fall,
I opened the back door and there was nothing at all,
But yet I could hear rain falling and just a step away
The rain fell sweetly, but part of the garden dry did stay.
I sat all dry and watched the rain come pouring down,
The dry part of the garden seemed to give a frown,
I know there has to be a spot where the rain does end
All our garden needed rain on which their life depends.
Raspberries and tiger lilies rejoiced in the cool rain,
Part of the tomato plants lifted their leaves once again,
But the other tomatoes still drooped almost in despair
And the mint and rhubarb seemed to think life unfair.
Still the rain cloud has not moved, half the garden dry,
Maybe later on the rain will fall more even from the sky,
Water restrictions makes the garden dependant on rain,
If the cloud doesn’t move I’ll water a little to ease the pain.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 July 2005