Independence Day is almost upon us, and the corn is mostly not *knee-high by the Fourth of July.* We drove out west to pick up our daughter from camp in Oregon yesterday (Illinois)(not the western state!), so we got to eyeball the progress of the corn. It is still too dry for fireworks in a lot of places. Still... it is amazing what a little rain can do for the spirit when no rain has been forthcoming. The lawn is already a little greener.
There is nothing like rain,
When rain has almost
Been forgotten;
Nothing like rain,
When it is almost
Childhood memory,
Puddles and splashes,
Face turned to the sky
Mouth open
To catch the drops;
Eyes peeled for greener grass;
Feet and ankles stretched
To walk there,
Feel the fresh between
The toes.
There is
Nothing like rain.
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