It’s raining in the garden
It’s raining in the street.
It’s raining on your shoulders.
It’s raining on your feet.
It’s been raining all morning.
It hasn’t stopped once yet.
But I still love you, Valentine,
when you are soaking wet!
© Ruth Johnston
How come we’re supposed to trust
a groundhog for the weather?
How does a rodent’s shadow help
us figure winter out together?
A groundhog doesn’t know the difference
between sunshine or a twister—
We might as well get predictions
from my annoying little sister!
© Ruth Johnston
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