The weathers getting better but still wetter than I like
Raindrops splashing off the wagon abandoned by a tyke
I shake my finger briskly, hoping clouds will take a hike
While the wetter, better weather’s giving life an extra spike.

Looking for birds in concert, twittering up a symphony
But the better, wetter weather makes it difficult to see
I detect no bunnies playing and no deer behind the tree
Returning from the window, I sit down and slap a knee!

Hark! I hear some window tapping, so I go to bid them in
And leave my rocker rocking, while its rocking forth again
I slowly amble over and look out my window pane
But see nothing very clearly, just humongous drops of rain.

Since the better, wetter weather shows no interest in stopping
My hopes will soon be shattered for continued window shopping
Think I’ll settle back instead and get some corn a popping
With animated interest, I can watch popped kernels dropping

My muttering’s become just sputtering, fluttering down from ear to floor
Because your eyes are on my window, but one foot is out the door!
That’s my better weather story and I could tell you much, much more
But, I’ll stop my fluttering, sputtering, muttering, so you can go back to your before!

I was a typically active five year old country boy who loved to go exploring. The great outdoors provided a delightful haven to my bare feet. Many different sensations were transferred through the bottom of my souls, clear up to my very innards where my “feels so good“ lives. Besides all that, I could run a whole lot faster without those clumsy shoes biting into my skin. My dad still farmed with Nancy and Nellie, our two
horses, so there was a whole row of horse drawn play equipment for me to horse around on. One could climb up the tongue, crab walk over a few rods and grab onto an axle. You could squaddle around on the axle until you were positioned to hook the knees. Then, by
spinning upside down, you could somersault your way back to earth. What a blast! But today, my older sister and I were playing hide and seek, a favorite game of mine, as long as I wasn’t “IT“. I could faintly hear her voice, “25, 26, 27,” as my bare feet flew through the open barn door. Suddenly, I froze in my tracks when I realized that I was trapped! Just that quickly, I forgot all about playing hide and seek. I was too frightened to move! I had run right past Nancy’s and Nellie’s gigantic hind legs and now I was trapped inside the barn. The horses were tied to the manger so they could eat hay and I whizzed right past both their rear ends and on into the barn. My escape route looked impossible. I simply
could not imagine a little fellow my size, squeezing back through that tiny, narrow space and make it back to safety in one piece. My sister thought I was hiding, but by now, I knew better. I wasn’t hiding at all, I was trapped inside the barn, just a horses hoof from safety! I had already set it firmly in my mind that there was no way I was going back through that narrow slit of light shinning through the door between the wall and kingdom come! I guess I had never realized just how big our horses really were until right at that moment. They must have been about twenty three feet tall with hoofs the size of bushel baskets. As I was contemplating my fate, I swear I saw Nellie look at Nancy and wink that huge black eye! My sister and I had practiced piglatin and had even made up a few other language variants, but never ever did we pursue the meanings of Horse Winks! Nevertheless, Nellie’s wink didn’t look like a “Well hello Johnny, did you come to feed us more hay?” kind of a wink to me. “Here I come, ready or not!” “Oh, thank heavens, and do come quickly!”