This poem hangs on the wall of Serena’s office, it is a photocopy of a photocopy, in a slightly yellowing page protector where it has hung for longer than I can remember. So, as it seems(like it so often does) appropriate, in honor of our spring:
It rained and rained and rained
The average fall was well maintained,
And when the tracks were simply bogs,
It started raining cats and dogs.
After a drought of half an hour,
We had a most refreshing shower,
And then the most curious thing of all,
A gentle rain began to fall.
Next day also was fairly dry,
Save for a deluge from the sky,
Which wetted the party to the skin,
And after that, the rain set in.
Hey! Did you know we grow an exceptional lineup of chilis? As we approach peak abundance, it seemed like a good time to share some details!