balls in my pocket

rain, the master of the course
keeps us bundled indoors
umbrella, helpless for ease
green, not pleasing to be a place

bunker turns to a pond
keepers bring out the pump
geese, ducks they don't mind
this weather is just fine

rain is pouring steady to the beat
fairways are thirsty; no flow yet
flags are soggy, drooping down
so quiet, no familiar sound