Blackberries in the Rain

If the title of this post isn't a good title for a poem or country song, I don't know what is.

Of course, if you go by David Allan Coe's argument about country songs, the rain would have to be "pouring," the narrator would have just gotten out of jail, and a pickup has to be worked into the lyrics somehow.

There were a lot more blackberries in my two bushes than I had anticipated. After planting another row of lettuce later this morning, I picked these dark gems.

And then came the pouring rain...