2024 Winter Solstice

December bone dry
November no rain either
Weeds not a problem.

So what’s the problem?
We’ve got to have a problem.
Problem is no rain.

The sun and the moon
Apparently working out
Our seasons again.

“No problem,” they say
As they trade off their power
On the longest night.

Winter takes over
Gladly shaking hands with fall
Spring watching, agrees.

Our problem persists
Summer out in the distance
“Where’s our rain?” we cry.

Sun and moon reply
“We manage times and epochs.
We don’t do weather.”

ME