Author’s Note: I’ve had the recent good fortune to meet a local farmer who, among other things, grows for Bird’s Eye. The woes he’s been experiencing in the onslaught of days upon days of rain engendered these lines. Thank you, Ken Mattingly of M-B Farms.

Rain, rain, then more rain.
Sweet peas rot in sodden fields.
Price is an object.

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Another acre
up in smoke. And another.
How high can you count?

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The wettest summer
here, the driest there.
No where average.