Greenfingers

Raindrops fall on a window and slide
Down the glass door, onto the floor and I'm so glad
I'm looking out from the inside
Watching as you work to protect the turf that you've planted
Weeding and mown all on your own

Sunny days makes the bovine go dry
But you've got the spray, cooling your day while I'm so sad
I'm looking out from the inside
Wasting half my day wishing it away