I awoke to find a streaming sunlit sky
While shaking off the remnants of a dream.
The sun was already climbing way up high
In the atmosphere as blue as a shimmering sea.
After yet another storm and some pelting rain,
The grass was turning a deeper shade of green.
Such a wonder this summer has been
As often by now it is slowly browning.
But that just goes to illustrate that I really don’t know
Or understand changing patterns of the weather;
I might perceive seasons of rain and of snow
But cannot foretell the days of this summer.
But all I can do is be content and gladly pray,
“Thank you God, for yet another beautiful day.”