The weather here is acting strange
looking as though it is going to rain
and then the clouds all blow through
leaving us without any dew
as we desperately need some of the rain
so that the plants and grass remain
and not die for lack of the stuff
as here in Texas there is never enough.
Summers are hot at one hundred degrees
and moisture is scarce not enough to please
and things turn brown and slowly die off
all because not enough of the stuff
but Texas plants have learned to adapt
and need little moisture and that it a fact
and the humans make up for lack of the stuff
by drinking beer which is more than enough.
On this they survive all summer long
and everyone can sing you a song
although the words may be slurred and unclear
because the beer is making them fear
that out of control, they are which is true
as a drunken Texan has not a clue.
Written 05/13/2023 Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com