Where are the rain drops that fell last year?
They were persistent and often in the Spring.
We could not escape their fall.
Now, they seem only a distant memory,
Were they in vain or did they bring
Anything at all?
Where are the rays of sunshine from the summer
Those we loved and sought for
And pleaded with to stay.
These too, seem to have gone far away.
Their passing we almost forget
Forgotten in winter’s gray.
Last year’s raindrops are in the growth all around us
Giving a beauty and health to every living thing
That lasts through Fall.
They flow through the trees and grass
To every flower and seed they cling
Winter’s dread to forestall.
And the sunshine, coming down from the sky
Is reflected in the orchard floor,
Harvest's bounty tray.
Red, orange, and yellow trees echo months
Of summer’s light, reminiscing
Even if it cannot stay.
