A Stroke of Luck

When I least expect,
Treasures are found,
A shiny object,
Lying on the ground.

What I don’t look for,
Stumbles and finds its way,
Right on my door,
Without any delay.

How luck pours like rain,
On such a sunny day,
I don’t dare complain,
How easy it can whittle away.

Rain stops raining,
After flowers had a drink,
And then begins the waiting,
No one dares to blink.

FOR SALE: imported handicrafts

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