I don’t know about you, but where I live it’s been super rainy and dreary all week. Not exactly the proper behaviour for a newly sprouted June, is it?! But time appropriate behaviour hasn’t deterred the weather at all, and thus it’s been more like January than June all week. And according to my weather app it’s meant to be just as rudely rainy all next week…! England really needs to get its weather game sorted out.
Anyways, in honour of the rain, here is a poem about the rain. 😀 It’s a bit more romanticized than the actual reality of cars swooshing through wet, concrete roads. But then the forest is almost always more romantic and attractive than the town…. at least in my opinion. Have a read and see what you think. 😀
The wind whistles a mournful song
Of lament – crying for the Spring gone missing –
As the pine boughs bend, drooping under the weight of a sorrowful
Saturated sky that drops cold, wet tears
From its grey, fog-blank canvas.
The ground is soft and sad – mulching
Underneath careless feet that grind
The wet of water deep into the aching core
Of the earth that holds silent sprouts of life within
Its dank, dark crevasses – waiting for warmth to rouse
It from its dreary slumber.
The silence of the wettened wood is almost deafening,
As the murmur of life is drowned beneath the roar
Of a tear-swollen creek, and the sodden reeds
Bend in damp arcs – down over the water that rushes by,
Mirroring the dripping arches of pines that bow
Under the weight of a sorrowful, saturated sky.
Thoughts? Do you like the rain? Has the weather been June-appropriate where you live recently? Tell me in the comments! 🙂