I heard a songbird cry in June
The air was filled with sweet perfume
I glimpsed to see a cage less flight
The air show of a hot afternoon
My heat rises to my pores
The roses sleep with silent snores
The air grows hot and strangely heavy
A thunder cloud in distance roars
Soon winds begin to twist and change
The promise of torrential rain
Swirls grandly down my garden’s path
Eliminating summer’s strain
The heat is gone
The rain pours down
The river cascading cross my walk
Relieves my parched and desert ground
All things refreshed
My garden’s thirst is quenched
I tiptoe lightly to avoid
The earthworm’s slimy, crawly stench
What Nature gives if often missed
By Life’s stressed and endless list
Of chores to do and things we need
The show today was well worth it
