It is raining again. Summer will be over before it ever gets here Thunder rolls far away, drops hit the windshield, the sky turns grey
The Sunflower, the blue Delphinium, the white Stinkwood drink the moisture greedily.
The green and silver leaves of the Aspenβs sparkle as the rain hits them, and the wind turns them round and round The creek flows on, oblivious to the change in the weather.
A break in the clouds allows a bit of sun to hit the side of a towering mountain Three cows slowly wend their way homeward. It is dusk. The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,
before sliding behind the hills for the night It is Godβs World. He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other God Poems Mario William Vitale