ONE, TWO, THREE– RAIN, SHINE, RAIN

One, two, three,
Rain, shine,
and rain again,
where will we be,
after this weather,
if ever,
whenever
our count shall reach
all through to ten?

What’s good for you
may not be good for me,
but fortunately,
whatever
that day’s sky and land
shall see,

we’ll still be apt
to tweak our act
to suit
the changes in reality,
as all tides roll
now high, now low,
and
back and forth,
and back again.

Meanwhile,
I will be hoping
that each of us
will be ready
by those days
to admit
whatever
golden gifts and plagues
our heavens and our Earth
and our
hidden inner universe
shall send.

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