The rain cloud came and shook its marble bag
And challenged the whole garden to a game;
The broccoli alone took up the brag,
Stood up and calmly made a counterclaim;
At once the cloud hurled down the worst it had—
It sent its marbles pelting thick and fast—
But nothing fazed the broccoli a tad,
Though all the carrots flattened in the blast...
By noon the growling cloud had trailed away,
A-grump and dragging its now-empty tote;
And left behind in each blue leaf there lay
A hard-won marble, round as any note,
A living crystal gem that, now it’s manned,
Rolls magically in each leafy hand.