A WEEK OF RAIN BY FIONA CUMMINGS

A WEEK OF RAIN

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

How much rain?

It’s here again

Every day for a week

So blooming bleak

But sitting here in my conservatory

I am not full of misery

Quite the opposite

I love to hear on the glass the pitter pat pit

The sounds of millions of wet feathers

 Beating down on the drum of sound

The splashing of the cars which go by

Is the rain someone from a high?

Are the silver droplets tears?

All the aliens fears?

Whatever brings the rain to us we should be grateful

As the flowers after a drink are so beautiful

The baby ducklings play

In the vast nearby lake

Look at the protective drake?

And the swans floating past

They know that the rain won’t last

The sun will put on its hat

And that will be that

For another day

The umbrellas will go away

And after such rain

Nothing is the same

The smells are amazing

I love walking after the fall of water

The smells from the grass and flowers

The grey sky and the butterfly

Colours so contrasting

You want that moment to be ever lasting

But we have the sun, then the rain, then the winds and of course the snow

One season moves in the other will go

How lucky we are in Britain

To be able to see such changes

Shades of silver yellows and oranges

Greens and gold’s too

The most amazing blue

We do like to complain

“Oh no not the rain again?

But it’s fresh and without water we would not have life

So let’s look on the side of the bright

 For in the sky from another land

In a giants hand

Is a watering can

Pouring us gifts from his ocean

Mixing us a magic potion

Of sun, flakes of snow

So we shall have all we need for life of hope

The rain as I sit here is fading now

Who is turning it off and how?

Our life is amazing don’t you think?

Next time say thanks for your fresh drink

If it’s wet you can always wear boots or a coat

Take a boat?

Do the birds on the lake complain?

No, they just float

I guess what I’m saying is don’t moan

Except your environment, you’re very own zone.