A poem

We have had a very miserable spring, breaking all records for days without sunshine, rain measurements and cranky Northwesterners.  The flowers and flowering trees are gorgeous, thanks to all that rain, but behind schedule for blooming.  Check out this poem by one of my favorite writers, Jim Schmotzer, called "It rains all the time, doesn't it?"


This managed to cheer me up somewhat on this, another gloomy day, with many more in the forecast!  (We did, however, get a glorious reprieve over the Easter weekend, lest you think I didn't notice and appreciate that brief interlude.)

(Photo by solidether, shared via Flickr)