Complaining at the absence of sweet rain

Complaining at the absence of  sweet rain
Complaining  now dull clouds keep out the sun
Who is it that we will seek to blame,
Complaining at the absence of our rain?
Too much  water  flows straight down the drains
The  front flower beds, the  soft green lawns have gone
Complaining at the absence of sweet rain
Complaining now grey clouds keep out the sun.

 

Complaining at the absence of  sweet rain
We park our cars in gardens paved and cold
The  lawns  once soaked now what goes down the drains
The paving stones con’t take the water in.
So we grumble and we constantly proclaim
The government must take some action bold
Complaining at the absence of  sweet rain
We park our cars on gardens paved and cold

 

Complaining at the absence of  sweet rain
We  notice not just what our cars have done
We think of our own wishes in the main
Do not see that nature’s not to blame
The worms and beetles knew they’d not remain;
Made exit in a lengthy night parade.
Complaining at the absence of  sweet rain
We never see the world our cars have made.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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