Not quite a native Ripley Countian - she attended only her last year of high school in Doniphan though she taught in the R-1 system for 32 years - Teresa (Pearson) Lee delights in surprising readers and herself with anecdotal observations of life in general. Maybe you can blame her St.Louis roots for a quirky humor and some slightly-askewed opinions, but never doubt she writes from the heart.

All is Wet

Posted Wednesday, June 3, 2020, at 8:06 PM

Puddles indeed reign

Much to our disdain.

Can we remain sane

Enduring this rain?

Woods and yards flourish

As clouds pass with swish,

Giving us the wish

Not to be like fish.

We may need an oar

Or search ways to soar,

For ‘neath muck galore

Roads appear no more.

The mud’s getting deep,

The ruts looming steep.

Rain lulls us to sleep.

If our roofs don’t seep.

I miss skies of blue

Gracing my day’s view.

Those hues are so few.

Am I same as you?

Are we depressed yet?

We get what we get.

Shall we make a bet

When it won’t be wet?

July could be dry,

Then we will ask why

Our earth couldn’t try

To balance supply.