It Pours

It pours and pours and pours. It is effusive in its pourdom! It demands to pour and so it does, after the opening act of the wind rocking the trees like a headbanger band, it comes to drench the lawns and the windows.

Spring has stepped into full shower, and the world is full of worms happy to squirm and buds happy to bloom.

People are not so happy. Like I. Idlesome loafer. And without the wit of a Whitmanian.