Rainy Morning, Early March

The morning rain drums

even strums on the roof.

Nothing moving outside

but a scattering of birds;

they don't want a bath as much

as a brace of worms each.

Somebody better let them know

it's only March eleventh,

that there's frost

still deep in the ground,

that all worms are wisely

and warmly still asleep,

which is exactly what we

who stand at windows looking out

should be too.

by Raymond Souster collected in Change-Up