Summer has come and it is hot,
Now I know what I am not.
And what will happen to the pot,
It won’t be lying on a cot.
Five inches of precip so far this year
And June is nearly in the books.
Water is oh so dear
But others do in it cook.
Dust a flying as a rabbit hops,
Not enough water on the yard.
Hours of watering seems a waste
Nothing lush except weeds in the place.
Work outside in the early morn,
Enjoy the sounds that are about,
Then when the heat builds up,
I take a whole lot of breaks.
Hundred or more just down the road,
Weather doesn’t follow any known code.
So hope a thunder shower brews up,
And does rain right here today.