Dry Spell

A ladybug lands on a flower.
Two beauties are before you this lovely hour.
Spring is definitely upon us.
But weird weather causes a fuss.
Sprinkles tempt the lust for rain.
Then there's a gust of wind as tiny water puddles drain.
The birds gather in the grass,
Getting their fill of bugs, alas.
The same can't be said of a lake in drought.
Perhaps more rain will come in a tropical bout.
Until then, sprinkles will have to do.
Rain, where are you?