Rain cascades from above, a curtain
A dull gray mist cools the summer air
A chill caresses the skin
And the golfers play on
Thunder in the distance
Warning a storm's approach
The skies turn dark
And the golfers play on
Thunder louder, deeper, closer
A crack of lightening
Rain pours down
And the golfers play on
As I sit safe inside
And emplore of them
Be safe my friend
And the golfers play on
Miss Judy Writes 