The rain comes down and the mud gets thicker as water covers the road.
The front yard and quagmire are one and the same, there seems to be no difference now.
We take our lives in our hands as we traverse our driveway on our way to and from town.
The rain comes down and the mud gets thicker as water covers the road.
It’s been a long bleak winter, with clouds all the way and not too much sunshine at all.
The road is all holes covered with brown, muddy water, an enjoyable ride to be sure, We bump up and down over unseen mishaps, holding our breath at all points.
As we silently pray for the holding together of coil springs, shocks, and ball joints.
The rain comes down and the mud gets thicker as water covers the road.
The road is bad, the driveway worse and the grass and weeds are so tall as we struggle to find enough dry in a day, to get out the mower at all.
We could get depressed, as we battle for zest to do all the things that we must.
But what’s the point, it doesn’t help, where’s the benefit in getting fussed?
The rain comes down and the mud gets thicker as water covers the road. So, we just give thanks to our wonderful God, who works to keep our lamps lit.
For this is the day the Lord has made, let us be glad and rejoice in it.
By Margaret Irwin