PRECIPITATION
It’s not that I am complaining or moaning at all,
But I am wondering when the rain will cease to fall,
It seems ages since the sun shone with bright rays,
All we have had for ages, are chilly and wet days.

In the next province it is months since they had rain,
Warm sun and vivid blue skies are becoming a pain,
Every night and morning when folks kneel and pray
Somehow the wires get crossed in some special way.

We have too much rain, we need to see the sun shine,
We need to feel the warmth, so we again can feel fine,
So rain go to Manitoba and Alberta, both as dry as a bone
That way it may not be too late for some crops to be grown.

Even all the ducks in the pond near our back door
Are rather fed up of the weather, never dry any more,
When you go to feed them they need a warm rub down,
Even their feathers are soggy. I hope they do not drown.

So come bright warm sun, shine for the ducks and me,
I really do not want the back yard to turn into the sea,
Yesterday I checked my feet in case web toes were there,
But all this rain is too much and we are willing to share.

M Ann Margetson © September 25, 2001