Blissfully Stymied
Sans rain, what? The usual drudgery. Branches to pick up.
Lawns to be mowed, cars washed, a hedge trimmed,
Leaves scooped from the pool. With the droplets, dropped
Duties. It's not only plants which thrive in the presence
Of rain.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Written on 2025-09-17 at 20:30



