In the rain

In the rain I do not feel inspired, 

My brain and body just won’t go;

Indeed, in rain I just feel tired.

Try as I must, my pace is slow.

 

Still, rain or not, I must awaken;

Must, under overhanging grey,

Not leave my lovely ones forsaken.

Stand up, step out, and meet my day.

 

This dreary rain will quietly feed

In preparation for the sun 

The thirsty earth, the slumbering seed, 

For busyness not yet begun.

 

So I will gain, from these grey showers 

Tomorrow’s food, tomorrow’s flowers.