An outing for Gran

Outing in the car,
drizzling outside,
can’t see very far,
thoughts begin to slide.

Saturated hedges,
trees are dripping drops,
soaking wet the verges;
but the driver stops, –

Gran gasps, ‘See the flowers!
greenery, and trees.’
Out for just two hours,
little things all please.

When the mist lifts, view
clears of further hills;
clouds drift, patch of blue:
all increase her thrills.

Thankful for such pleasures
when they come her way;
– memories she treasures
in her chair all day.