Rain on Wash Day

[sparklenatasha]

Hi, I'm new here! I find it hard to comment on others' poetry as I don't have much confidence, but I think I get the idea of what this forum is about so I'm going to give it my best shot...

Clouds burst, heavy dose of liquid sunshine
and Mother Nature's sparkling wine. (I like the start it gets my attention and I like the picture created in my head)
Puddles flood the summer grass.
Our town, this storm did not surpass.(Someone else has mentioned using the word surpass here doesn't work - I agree, maybe replacing with "blow past" would work)

The yard diluted with heaven's tears,
nothing changing through the years. (you are telling me the yard has been the same for years? - I 'm not sure about that? A yard is going to change over time?- seems an odd thing to tell me? am I totally missing the point, probably!)
The clothesline, melancholy, sodden,
rained upon and forgotten.

Out where all the angels cry,
not a place to hang and dry.
I'll do my wash another day,
when the sky isn't so gray. (I think the rhythm would be better if "isn't" was replaced with "is not")

Overall I liked it, I like the fact it is light(hearted?) and at the end you decide to do your washing another day.