Looking out windows,
seeing the pourtentous sky
relieving itself.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #poetry. #poem, #WetWeather, Cornwall, Kernow, Rain, weather
Here comes Tony,
Here comes Heather,
Here they come again;
it’s puzzle weather.
Every time it’s rains,
it’s always the same
here comes Tony,
here comes Heather;
“Have you got a game?
It’s puzzle weather!”
I can see the sun shining,
I feel the raindrops;
so where is my rainbow?
Where?
I look about,
doubt in my heart
that one will be there;
when there should be one there.
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Or am I just imagining
that when two facts collide
a resulting phenomenon
should be to my side?
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Oh, where?
For it isn’t there.
April The Twenty-Ninth
arrived with a plomb.
I was a lert;
others were, variously,
a droit, a fraid, or a miable.
Disregarding all that,
April The Twenty-Ninth was,
variously, wet, dry, stormy, calm,
an irritant, a balm,
hot, cold, young, old
and liable to amuse, confuse
and leave us all wondering how and why
a day like this could call itself anything other
than a day of ease…
or bother.
It was a Friday
in February,
and took place upon an island.
Sound familiar?
The wind was:
a, blowing,
b, blowing a lot
c, at such a level whereby an ‘Amber-coloured’ alert had been issued.
d, all of the above
e, none of the above
f, some of the above; but, in larger or smaller quantities
g, there is no ‘g’ option.
It also rained.
Wind and Rain
what a combination!
No Sun, no Rainbow or multiples thereof.
The wind id usually cold and forceful;
the rain wet and wetter still.
All in all, a typical day in February.
And, one of a long line of suchlike days just experienced
and to come.
Let me take a bow
to the rain
and how it falls upon me.
And how that I can get
absolutely soaking wet
which is never quite beyond me.
I was standing in the sun
it shone on everyone
but, especially, on me.
And then I saw the bow,
took a picture so I’d know
that the Sun had even been…
here, with me.
So, now I’m drying off
I sniffle and I cough,
a sneeze is soon forthcoming,
Because, I went out in the Sun
and came home in the rain,
that upon my head was drumming.
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