I see outside it’s raining

Just like the day before.

The forecast says tomorrow

Will bring us even more.

The grass is needing cut

Some weeds are fully grown

“More jobs I am behind with”

I hear my conscience moan.

I need to clean the car out,

I meant to paint the gate.

Some fruit is over ripe –

I’m harvesting too late.

But plants are looking healthy

Each harvest surely shows?

So I’m thankful for the downpours

As without them, nothing grows.