What other weather will you throw this way?
We've had rain, hail and some sleet
That has whitened many a street.
The poor flowers, that survived the snow
And cold that we had for weeks,
When it is just the Sun, that peeks
Out from these black, stormy clouds,
That has brought the rain, down like shrouds.
The garden has taken more than it's share,
While rabbit's munching, the plant tops there,
The flowers that bloomed a year ago
Are now smaller than those that grow,
Near the suburban path, a sidewalk is
The way to see that which grows,
Perhaps even a strong minded Rose.