Inside it is calm
if a little cold;
Outside, Diana is banging on the doors, checking the windows for airtight seals, and throwing empty plant pots around the streets in a gay abandon.
The trouble is, if Diana gets a little more unruly, what damage will she deal out upon us.
Roll on Edith, Freya, Gloria, Hannah, Iris, Jane, Kathleen, Lita, Milldread, Norma, Ophelia, Petunia, Ruth… Spring!
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.
‘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 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.”
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