All bright Octobers pale beside this one.
And yet, because the weather didn’t stay
Forever, “Lord!” he cries, “A lousy day!”
And this the first of rain we’ve seen for weeks!
The farmer looks into the skies, and what he seeks
Is there: he’s glad. Perhaps the man who said
“You cannot please them all,” had quite a head.
If man could run the works, he’d ride rough-shod
To trample all the world, and back-talk God!
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 17, 1946
