Raindrops on Roses

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,

my friend.

And now for that cup of tea and good book...

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