Gentle, soaking rain
Falling on the swollen fields
Puddles on the grain
Washing, drowning, future yields
Filled up riverbeds
Flowing down to wreck and steal
Slow disaster creeps
Curs-ed rain with no appeal.
A cold, short summer, that's what they said. It couldn't be dumber, through the lake we tread. It's quiet the same Where I come from, I know how you feel it drowned my plums... :(
3 comments:
A cold, short summer,
that's what they said.
It couldn't be dumber,
through the lake we tread.
It's quiet the same
Where I come from,
I know how you feel
it drowned my plums... :(
yes, it has rained all day today, kinda makes me sad
LW, I weep for your plums. Which ties in with RE's sentiments.
Post a Comment