A Sneeze!

A sneeze! This wondrous afternoon’s
One paltry gift to me,
For which I am not grateful
And because of which I see
Not one of all the brilliant sights
Her weather could devise,
No, I am searching for a hand-
Kerchief to dry my eyes!

So that is Mother Nature!
What a way to treat your child,
When I came out* to visit you,
So rich and great and wild!
A sneeze! Another! And a volley
Follow those in stride,
Farewell, dear Mother, I retire
To love you from inside.

~

*Maybe I should put "outside"? I don't know how you read the rhythm... technically either would work.