Inkling for Sprinkling, a poem from Stone Paths

The Inkling for Sprinkling;   

Ah, it’s dry again
no rain in sight.
Maybe tommorow
maybe I might,

get out the sprinkler
and hook up the hose.
I wish it would rain
but I wouldn’t suppose,

that mother nature
would be so kind
and allow me the leisure
for I wouldn’t mind,

of not having her job
and watering the plants.
For I have already done
my best rain dance!

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