Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Rain rain, come again!



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

5 comments:

N. Trandem said...

Deus, in quo vívimus, movémur et sumus: plúviam nobis tríbue congruéntem; ut, præséntibus subsídiis sufficiénter adjuti, sempitérna fiduciálius appetámus. Per Dóminum nostrum.

John said...

The rain, it raineth every day
Upon 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-

Hilary Jane Margaret White said...

Oh yes, I'd forgotten the Ogden Nash.

But might it not have been Belloc? It sounds sort of Bellocian.

I'll look it up.

John said...

Could easily have been Belloc; I wouldn't argue with you. Memory, alas, so often doesn't serve.

Cheers,

-John-
85F - 29.4C

Pius Christopher said...

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