Drip,
drip,
drip,
little April showers;
it’s been drip, drip, dripping
for hours and hours;
and the dogs have been wanting
to go out for a walk
for such a long time—
and so we went out
the moment we thought
the drip, drip, dripping had stopped;
and then we copped a bucket full of water
upon our heads,
and it drip, drip, dripped from our clothes instead:
drip, drip, drip, little April showers…
drip,
drip…
drip.
It could be any
of the many days there are;
but, it’s Wetfriddy.
The rain had been,
and was on its way back,
the Sun shone briefly, somewhere,
and a Rainbow was birthed.
And I could see ‘both’ ends,
one in a field to my left,
one in a field, ahead, and to the right;
they were both, in one turn of the head,
within my sight.
But, which to chase,
and would there be gold to find,
the possibilities traversed my mind;
and, at that moment,
the Sun lost its view,
and the rain blew into my face,
and washed the rainbow away.
I stood there speechless,
there was nothing left,
to say.
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I sometimes wish
that Cold & Wet
had never met;
but, they did,
and still often keep in touch.
Cold is okay,
has things to say,
but you can deal with
Cold in a sensible way.
Wet is a nightmare,
gets inside your brain
before it all washes away
and flows off down the drain.
If you’d met Dry & Warm,
their cousins,
you’d like them much better;
but, here, shivering, and moist, on the brink,
it’s of Cold Colder & Wet Wetter
I am tending to think.
LATELY
https://littlethings001.wordpress.com/2020/11/09/lately/
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Have a read – it’s quite a thoughtful piece – G:)
There was rain,
then sun,
but, rainbows, none.
I wrote a little poem about it,
this is the one.
It’s dry for five minutes,
so what can I say?
Well, apart from the rain, the storms,
the hail, the thunder and lightning,
the frost, the mist, the drizzle –
and I wasn’t surprised
not to see you out
in the midst of the Cornish mizzle.
However, I must just say,
it’s really been
such a nice day.
Grey upon grey,
the next layer,
even greyer,
than the one before,
a mixture twixt mizzle and mist,
with heighth, and width, and depth,
all eager to show… nothing,
to hide all,
and live for the moment
in total concealment,
avoiding avidly prying eyes
and random inquisitive glances.
“There are storms at sea!” said Stormzy;
and, wouldn’t you know it, he was right;
although, he had been saying this since the day he could talk,
morning, noon and night,
They called him the ‘Weather Messiah’,
and a lot of other names as well,
A wonderful fella,
but, a weather teller?
Oh, well, he might be,
you never can tell.
The breeze in the trees,
accompanied by a chill
that was liable to freeze,
and stimulating rain showers,
made my heart go all a-flutter.
‘Pitter-patter!’ falls the rain.
‘Brrrr!’ goes my soul.
Whilst the wind whistles a
wailing, and a wassailing;
whilst whispering under it all,
‘Well, what do you think of all this, Wusses?’
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