Sunday, June 30, 2013
Cool quiet winds are sweeping the sky
Gone are the storms: all have passed by.
Robins and Cardinals are gathering around
Looking for breakfast; they peck at the ground.
Fluffy white clouds are still far away
The Heavenly dome is colored with gray
Something is whispering and shaking the trees
"Chances of rain", mumbles the breeze.
All of the earth, with her flowery scene
Rejoices in the forecast and raindrops unseen.
She knows that that weather: whatever it may be
Contributes to growth and the beauty we see.