I note a few contemporaries feel
Let down if each day now is not ideal.
But I say weather has a right to moods
And changes, like a man’s vicissitudes.
For me, spring flies too quickly, giving way
To hotter months already crowding May.
In boots and raincoat, let me splash and sing
Cherishing each sodden moment of the spring!
by Ray Romine Monday, January 7, 1952
