Season of mist and rain,
and rain again;
then some more,
and a few drops
like dew drops
that splatter upon the floor.
We wish
that the rain
in Cornwall
would fall
all the more
upon the moor –
as if.
There had been a drabble of rain across the county for over three weeks now; the hosepipe ban was still in force, even though the reservoir had overflowed and flooded parts of the valley; and the stock of Barbecues in the local store had not decreased by any significant amount – even though they were under a BOGOF Offer.
The forecast was for more of the same and less of the dry stuff – though how you could get less than ‘none’ is a question I’d like to ask the weather-girl.
All in all we were heading for a wet winter.
It’s Thursday
and it’s raining,
it needs no explaining
but the dogs must go out.
“Hey, Dad!” they shout.
“There’s a lot of it about,
and we don’t care
if the weatherman says it’s raining…!”
I couldn’t argue with that;
and, so, here we are
an hour later
wetter than an otter
soggy as a…
well, pretty wet.
Towelled down and frisky
(we don’t want to be risky)
and showered and dry
(that is my
warm up)
we are inside and warm…
still it does rain
and later
we get to do it all
again.
“The Weather is here!
You know what? It’s always here;
wet, dry, cold or hot;
we just always seem to have
the weather that we have got.”
With the rain falling from far above my head
I seem to be absorbing all that the skies seem to pour upon my slender frame.
Don’t get me wrong,
I love the rain,
it gives me a great feeling of living.
A shower is a thing of beauty.
And you may find,
that being damp is just a state of mind.
Poem 7 – 06:00 16-05-2017
And,
As Dawn’s Chorus
Is in full flight
I hear the world
(As I know it)
Wake.
And,
With a shake,
Spring into action.
The bustle of the day
Is underway
And people say:
‘Good morning!’
Or
‘Good day to you!’
Or not.
As it is still raining,
Most people are just in a hurry
Heading to their destinations
With a sense of worry;
Wrapped up in their own set of problems…
And their coats.
This is Spring
With a Capital ‘S’
Soon it will be Summer
With a Capital ‘S’
And yet it still rains
With a Capital ‘R’
And I wonder Why
“What a Capital ‘Why’
That was!”
I hear
In my head
And,
I say ‘Hello!’
To myself
Instead.
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