The Perfect Shady Spot

I found the perfect shady spot
Where I could do some writing.
With river view and chirping birds,
It surely was inviting.

I noticed that the nearby benches
All were hot and sunny.
I felt real lucky, but you know
That life is sometimes funny…

And so, in fifteen minutes’ time,
What came to pass I’d feared –
My lovely shade, so nice and cool,
Had all but disappeared.

You can’t rely on very much
When Nature’s in control.
We bow to her conditions,
For she’s not one to cajole.