Too Much Rain - Poem by Adriana Wood
I am sick of spongy grass, wetly green,
Water trapped around its roots on the once firm ground.
Even the ducks look bedraggled in the damp rot all around.
I pick my way through the dankness,
Hoping a gap in the clouds will hold back the rain.
A wan sun shines weakly in a trembling blue sky,
Meekly accepting another day of pain.
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