Post Purim, Pre Pesach

They say it is going
To rain, tomorrow, again.
They say beware the wet,
Beware the rain.

But now it is clear,
Cute fluffy clouds slowly,
Lazily, waft east
Away from the bay.

My cuties will gather
At the foothills,
Pile up, grow dark
Tremble, and release

But now it is clear,
Bright blue backdrop
The cloud cuties floating
West to east, languid.

While I watch, 
The winds gather, pick up,
Early signs of another
Downpour.

Ah, I wish the winter
Were truly passed.
Spring truly
Arrived.

And we’d greet the
Coming downpour with
Open hearts, eager minds,
Mouths open in praise.

But that needs be 
Another tomorrow..
Today’s tomorrow is
Too much the tempest.

Closed hearts, closed minds
Fists and scowls,
Angry chant, martial drums.

May the true rain come,
Please Lord,
To clear up the world.
Speedily, and in our day.