Assidvae Multis Odium Peperer Querelae (Continued Complaining Begets Disgust in Many a Heart))

Blue sky, tinged in grey
     scent the rain in the air
coming surely our way
     thought the clouds are puffs of white
and the sunny day was a delight
    soon grey, wind and water will hold sway...

Too many days, too many days
     of watching leaves drip
without songbirds singing
     and squirrels quipping
with tails friskily whisking about...

Enough to make you shout
     and raise a fist to the air,
though i know the Earth needs it
     there comes a point where
too much is more than enough
    as through showers and puddles we slough...

Though we may be made of sterner stuff,
     too many days of rains makes soft
of even the roughest hands
     Not too hard to understand
Lord, take the rain from this land!...