We have had some surprising weather recently. We went from the 70s to the 30s. Here is a poetic reflection upon those changes.
Rain At Last © 2022 Molly Lin Dutina Steady pouring rain this morning Delight to our drought ears Stunning to the parched ground Cannot pour too much for me Landscape errors highlighted By pools of water They misjudged water flow “One more thing” husband declares Yet the trees declare, “Bring it on” Long ago fallen leaves Ground up by machines of men No longer have a voice Next years foliage will have to be Voice enough for them As flower beds gulp and sigh A desperate cry of “Finally.” We volunteered for a food distribution at church one morning a few days later. At least we knew about weather change a few hours in advance and could dress appropriately! Surprise!

The snow collected upon the canopies and had to be cleaned off lest the canopies collapse under the weight! So the folk lore begs the question, since it snowed on November 12 will we have 12 snowfalls this season?
Psalm 148:4, 8,13-14Praise him, you highest heavens
and you waters above the skies.lightning and hail, snow and clouds,
stormy winds that do his bidding,Let them praise the name of the Lord,
for his name alone is exalted;
his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.
And he has raised up for his people a horn
the praise of all his faithful servants,
of Israel, the people close to his heart.Praise the Lord.
Your poem created images I will long remember..gulping flower beds and voiceless leaves waiting to be hear….