A Sudden Shower

A Sudden Shower

There’s a scurry in the garden, There’s a rustle through the plants;

There’s a scamper, scoot and scuttle Made by bustling bugs and ants.

The mushroom’s an umbrella For a cabbage butterfly,

And the pumpkin vine’s a shelter For a cricket hopping by.

Then a rush of racing raindrops Patter, splatter in the grasses

While the tiny garden dwellers Rest until the shower passes.

                             –Blanche Day Manos

Yesterday as I meandered through the yard with my camera, I came upon this pretty little mushroom or, actually, I suppose it is a toadstool. It is undoubtedly a result of the wet weather we’ve been having. It does look like a perfect umbrella for a tiny creature; however, I didn’t see a cabbage butterfly under it nor even a cricket. I like its name, “toadstool” because, if a tired toad happened to be looking for a place to rest, this would fit the bill.

Mushrooms fascinate me. I’ve often wondered how they can pop up over night. If I happened to be looking at the spot where one would appear, could I actually see it pushing through the earth? A mushroom is, of course, a fungus but that’s okay.  They are one of those neat little surprises that God placed in His amazing world.

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Comments

  1. Judy Lewis says

    Love the poem!

  2. Thanks, Judy!

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