While someone mows her lawn a shower starts

A spasm like a sneeze, then goes away

Buds on the rhododendrons soon to open

Hot pink and lavender will grace the day

The cattle dog, a marbled blue and white

Reposes on the floor, deceptively

He seems at ease but at the slightest sound

Will charge the door and bark instinctively

Neighbors, some in masks and others not

Are out to walk their dogs and passing moan

How trying on our patience is the lockdown

When everyone is forced to live alone

The shower comes again and turns to rain

No longer audible the droning mowers

People duck indoors out of the wet

As heavy cloud blind retribution lowers


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