Tired of the Drizzle

Rain rain go away, I want to work outside today.
Paint the trellis, dig a hole, try to kill that pesky mole.
12" tall my grass has growed- time: one month since last I mowed.
This constant wet effects my chickens! No more eggs - broody dispositions.
Only sun placates my mood, solar rays send me your food.
I'll stop this rhyming now, I mean it. Anybody want a peanut?