The grass, the leaves, the flowers are bowed down with rain. Thunder stomps across heavy, dark clouds. Rain is wonderful and especially so in the summer, in the month of July.
The crepe myrtle’s blooms seem brighter than usual, the Jacob’s coat in its container stands out in the darkness. It seems that flowers are more noticeable in a stormy day. Life is like that too. In the darkness of sorrow or trouble, a kind word or deed, a smile or some sort of encouragement stands out, almost like a ray of sunshine.
But, I love the rain. Maybe it’s because I taught kindergarten children for so many years, maybe it’s because I’m a mom and a grandma, or maybe it’s because I’ve never really grown up that I wonder where the little insects and birds go when it rains.
A Sudden Shower
by Blanche Day Manos
There’s a scurry in the garden, there’s a rustle through the plants;
There’s a scamper, scoot, and scuttle made by bustling bugs and ants.
The mushroom’s an umbrella for a lovely butterfly,
And the pumpkin vine’s a shelter for a cricket hopping by.
Then a rush of racing raindrops patter, splatter in the grasses
While the hidden garden dwellers rest until the shower passes.
Manos Mysteries
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