I find it easy to ignore the garden when it's raining.
Truth be told, I might even breathe a sigh of relief.
No dragging of hoses or getting my feet wet,
too damp to weed or mow,
might as well pour a cup of tea
and pick up a good book.
But then I looked out the window, and saw that the first flush
of my David Austin roses were head down,
their tea-cup like blooms filled with rain.
I had to go out and enjoy them,
if for no other reason than I can't stand to see beauty wasted.
It was completely worth every raindrop,
And now for that cup of tea and good book...