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The Wind and the Rain

The Wind and the Rain

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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.

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The Weather – a song.

The Weather – a song.

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.

“And the rain it raineth every day!”

Song: “When that I was and a little tiny boy (With hey, ho, the wind and the rain)”

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

(from Twelfth Night)

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

A foolish thing was but a toy,

    For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,

    For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering could I never thrive,

    For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

With toss-pots still had drunken heads,

    For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,

    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

But that’s all one, our play is done,

    And we’ll strive to please you every day.

The Day, Today.

The Day, Today.

The radio is talking

to itself;

the outside world seems to be on ‘mute’;

I pass from one realm to another.

A bird calls, is answered, responds accordingly.

Clouds scud across the sky, lazily following their heart’s desires.

The wind has gone AWOL;

but, will be back when its batteries are recharged.

The sun shines down weakly upon those seeking warmth – but, they remain chilled, only their minds are warmed.

I pass amongst the inhabitants of the Earth

and watch as they process their lives

in many valid ways.

Under Cornish Skies

Under Cornish Skies

Under Cornish skies

I could get quite wet,

as the rain it falls on me.

When will it end?

Has it only just begun?

When will it let me be?

Although the lakes

and reservoirs were thirsty,

I think they have had their fill;

enough to see the Winter through;

but, rain it does

upon my head

I suppose it always will.

Here, Today, in Cornwall.

Here, Today, in Cornwall.

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!

To Autumn (In Cornwall) – in the style of John Keats.

After ‘To Autumn’ byJohn Keats

To Autumn (in Cornwall)

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.