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.”