A Grand Morning Poem by C Richard Miles

It’s a grand morning now,
But it promises rain,
So let’s make the most
Of the hours that remain:
Let us pass by the pasture
And then stroll past the fold
To where wheatfields are smiling
With their bounty of gold.

It’s a grand morning now,
Not a cloud in the sky,
So let’s make the most
While the weather is dry:
Let us tread in the meadow
And then trail down the lane
While the sun is still shining
And there’s pleasure to gain.

It’s a grand morning now,
But there soon will be storms
So let’s make the most
Ere the thundercloud forms:
Let us trip through the thicket
And then stop at the copse
Where we’ll hide and seek shelter
From the first falling drops.

It’s a damp morning now
As the raindrops fall fast
But we’ve made the most,
And we hope it won’t last:
Soon the rainbow will cheer us
When the sunshine comes back
And, with joy, we’ll roam homewards
Up the time-trodden track.