Summer Storm
One summer day, before my tea,
The early news was on TV.
It sent me to my balcony
For there would be a sight to see.
Outside, my eyes turned to the skies;
The thick black clouds there – no surprise.
The air I breathed in – moist and warm.
The news foretold a summer storm!
Since rain was welcome, that felt good:
Let that be clearly understood.
The dams were low, the creek beds dry,
Those clouds spread hope across the sky.
Yet more was promised than some rain
To make our farmers smile again:
This storm brought hail – and floods as well,
Because of all the rain that fell.
When something’s good, we all want more,
But here’s a thought we could explore:
Too much of one thing can be bad
If we then lose what once we had.
Thanks Monty, I love the perfect rhymes, crisp rhythm, and gently wise philosophy 🙂