I'm looking for poems about rain. How nice it is. How we need it to cool things down and grow our flowers and keep us happy.
I'm instituting an O's P rain poetry contest. All positive rain poetry received will be posted as a giant shout to God to please please please give us some lovely water from the sky.
(Oh yes, Mr. Evil Yellow Face is starting to get on my nerves.)
Happiness
John had
Great Big
Waterproof
Boots on;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Hat;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Mackintosh --
And that
(Said John)
Is
That.
-- A. A. Milne
Deus, in quo vívimus, movémur et sumus: plúviam nobis tríbue congruéntem; ut, præséntibus subsídiis sufficiénter adjuti, sempitérna fiduciálius appetámus. Per Dóminum nostrum.
ReplyDeleteThe rain, it raineth every day
ReplyDeleteUpon the just and unjust fella;
But more upon the just because
The unjust hath the just's umbrella.
-Ogden Nash (if memory serves)
Cheers,
-John-
Oh yes, I'd forgotten the Ogden Nash.
ReplyDeleteBut might it not have been Belloc? It sounds sort of Bellocian.
I'll look it up.
Could easily have been Belloc; I wouldn't argue with you. Memory, alas, so often doesn't serve.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
-John-
85F - 29.4C
You know, of course, that modern scholars have rejected traditional theories about the 'Pooh-ine' corpus: http://winnie-the-pooh.ru/online/lib/stud.html
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