Early in the morning, the sun’s first rays hit the top of the hills and one lonely leftover cloud. I’ve learned keep the camera handy and to drop everything when the light is right. Sure enough, less than a minute later, the light changed and the magic was gone.
I didn’t have the heart to add
Another drop of rain
With all the cloudbursts you have had
It could become a pain.
I’d rather brighten up your day
With promises of joy
For drought relief, a price you pay
Too much rain can annoy.