The sky is filled with droplets
of inconvenience
prompting sidewalk travelers
to scurry and run away
remarking that the day is ruined
by this temperamental display...
Offering a grumbler partial
shelter with my umbrella
as a dampened smile responds
No thanks, I haven't far to go
In turn I remind, the rain
gives life to many things that grow
Concrete paths repel and puddle
as grass intensifies with green
weighted branches with ripe fruit
mellow with thankful pleasure
knowing days are numbered before
air chills and snow is measured
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