Wet Wish...

No longer elated;
     waterlogged and inundated
Too many showers on consecutive days
     when it is well past April
and now we have the wet flowers of May
     Too many grey days have come my way,
the water from the sky matches that in my eyes,
     misted though i insisted, begged and prayed
The mist conceals, the fog seemingly congeals,
    making a dank curtain too sodden to reveal
the beauty that lies waiting to dry out,
    the squirrels that sit wanting to cry out,
the birds perched wishing to fly out
     of the leaves that drip all day
Like the song from my childhood i sing and pray,
    "Rain, rain go away, come again another day"...