Again And Again, It Is Raining

Again and again, it is raining

It must be spring

The soil is wet and moist

A few worms are lost

In the melee, again and again

It must be spring; a new season.

Pretty soon, the grass will come alive

The grasshoppers will give high five

To each other. They’ll be jumping

For joy. Again and again, it is raining

The sun is hiding behind the clouds

Little children are calling their dads.

In the park, the squirrels look very happy

They’re jumping from branches to branches

I hope they don’t fall to hurt an arm or a knee

My rich neighbor, who owns many big ranches

Is smiling again. His horses are racing and galloping

It must be spring. Now, the sun is finally shining.

Copyright© March, 2018, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved

 Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.