Showers Predicted

It’s rained ‘most every day this week –
Good news for all the flowers.
We can’t complain, ‘cause weather’s whims
Are not within our powers.

Umbrella sellers have been pleased
And stores which peddle boots;
Perhaps they and the weather gods
Have labored in cahoots.

I’ve stepped in puddles more like lakes
And dripped from each extremity;
For keeping dry, it seems like
Staying home’s the only remedy.

It isn’t raining as I write
But showers are predicted.
I hope the sun comes out
And weathermen are contradicted.

‘Cause raindrops hailing seem to be
Like bullets in a battle.
Another cloudburst and I’ll think
I’m living in Seattle!