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A Drabble

A Drabble (100 words)

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.


A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

A Wet Thursday Morning in Cornwall.

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


“There’s mizzle on the moor!”

“There’s mizzle on the moor!”

‘Oh, no!’ we think –

for we are attuned not to blink

at the radio announcer’s weather report.

And, anyway, what is a bit of mizzle

when it’s on the moor?

It’s not as if we live on the moor.

Perhaps, if we did,

a boy of mizzle might be a worry

back to bed we might have to hurry;

or, if we are going out,

we may have to prepare for the ‘mizzling’ weather –

seems there’s a lot of it about!

The Weather Today.

“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.”

Cornish Weather Haiku

Rains fall in Cornwall,

Yet another real soaking;

But, the plants love it.

In the middle of a Cornish night

Cornish Rain

A thunder storm

May not be the ‘norm’

But, even amongst thunder storms 

maybe that one wasn’t

It was epic.

Lashings of rain

Again and again

Flashings of lightning

Immense and, at times, frightening;

Hailstones as big as marbles

Attacking the roof

As if shot from peashooters

And with unerring accuracy.

And the duration

Of the whole

Was also impressive.

We lay there

Admiring the ebb and flow

And even more flow.

And when, eventually

Things had subsided

To a constant and reliable rain,

We, decided that a Cornish thunderstorm

Would be nice to have

As our ‘norm’.