Right as Rain

Into the sky I gaze.
The clouds form soft arrays.
Merry, they dance around.
Month long, rainstorms abound.
Of the clouds I pick out,
May flowers come about
in their time, because rain,
farmer's join and pain,
morn, noon, and night appears.
By wind, it travels here.
Break off cursing the skies.
Of water comes all life.
Day, Night, Sun, Rain: All Right.



Part of this week's Carry On Tuesday
Lines from: Phillida and Coridon by Nicholas Breton



Part of Promising Poet's Parking Lot Thursday Poets Rally 43.