An Ode to Southern California

Clouds Grey, Rain On its way
Thirsty plants wait with expectation   
throughout the day.
Will it come? I will watch, wait 
and hope if I may.

Still and low lying water 
turning into over flowing pools.

Waiting for the long needed downpour
We in the south, hold fast to hope like 
stubborn mules.

One day, it is going to come; it is going to happen.
So much water will arrive, the ducks will swim,
Their feathered wings will be flappin!