Singin' in the Rain

The skies are dark and threatening,
clouds hang like darkling shrouds,
Sparks and bolts of lightning,
wend their way 'cross thunderclouds.

Drops of rain like balls of glass
fall myriad to the earth
flooding rivers, drowning grass
but giving plant-life birth.

Can you tell that rain is on my mind? It's the only type of weather that we've been able to rely on this spring and summer, with Wisconsin cities reporting anywhere from 3 to 4 times the normal rainfall for May 2004, and June looking to be about the same.

Guess I can't complain, except for: not being able to mow my lawn (which, like the rainfall, is growing 3 to 4 times faster than usual--I only had to mow 4 times all last summer, but more than once a week this summer); not being able to hang my clothes on the line (since our dryer picked the wettest season in years to quit on us); not being able to clean the eavestroughs since it's always raining.

Did I mention that it's been raining?

Sigh.