Here’s a most wonderful thing
About travel to a neighboring state
We woke to Georgia’s weather fury
While our home skies became a clean slate.
Now we’re back at home in the holler
With no reason for us to cry or whine.
The rain here watered plantings
While we sure enjoyed the city sunshine.
We didn’t plan this wonder
It was simply our good fortune and fate.
We were supposed to have bad weather
For our Atlanta week-end play date.
I’m watching the sun’s last rays
Glinting off of the pale budding leaves --
From thunder and lightening to sunshine
For as far as my grateful eye sees.