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 The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2025-09-17 at 20:30

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