Dark dreary and grey is how I see it
But I’ll take it cuz it’s been dry
The times have been a bit scary
For water, we’re runnin’ shy
The well, fourteen feet deep, at
Present, we be holdin’ on
‘bout near three, that’s the waterline
But it’s clear and cold, not gone.
That weather guy predicted rain
And we got a bit, maybe just a spit.
He did not do his rain dance, I guess
But he’s ok and he’ll never quit.
O’no, we’re not ‘fraid is what I say..
God takes care of His own, that’s us.
Sooner or later, we’ll get a pour.
As always then, we will abuse it
Without a care of what may come
To Our Weather Master
That we avoid a drought.
Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
August 10, 2011