We can’t always choose
spring rains quench, revive or drown,
but drought is lifeless.
Take your chances with the sky -
leave your umbrella behind.
leave your umbrella behind.
This is for Day#7 of PAD and linked to the open write in the Imaginary Garden.
I plan on this, but looking at our sky I may be sorry!
ReplyDeleteDon't even own one, so away I go
ReplyDeleteI love "take your chances with the sky"!
ReplyDeleteleave your umbrella behind and it is sure to rain. But, it is so boring to be so whimsy-less
ReplyDeleteYes, I do know exactly! what you mean.
ReplyDeleteAfter a while one tires of chancing bad weather.
ReplyDeleteI am reminded of what is going on with California with drought when I read this. We never know really, do we?
ReplyDeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteI hate to carry an umbrella, for one thing, they add extra weight to one's load.
I love the boldness-yes, take a chance! Or are we April's fool?!
ReplyDeleteyes! ~
ReplyDeleteI love this one, Mary.
ReplyDeleteNicely encapsulated.
ReplyDeleteI prefer choice to chance, but I am a true control freak. This poem tempts me to dare the skies!
ReplyDeleteApril showers bring may flowers
ReplyDeleteSo they say
Who are they to say that anyway
I say
I say
They bring a new scent
I agree....beautifully penned Mary!!
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