[Conspiracy Guy]

Very nice but after all the rain we've had and will have here in the sunny south, I would have preferred a poem about livestock.

I am so crabby when it rains. Just ask Laura Earl.

[Laura Earl]

He's big time crabby when it rains, and the dog stares out the window in disgust, while the cat sits on the back of the couch whipping the back of my head with her tail. AND we have rain in the forecast thru Wednesday. Cheers!

[NicknamedBob]

"...I would have preferred a poem about livestock..."

Checking, checking ... Hmmm. Nope.

I can give you one about lung-butter ... how's that?

[JustAmy]

This one is for Meekie because Texas has had so much rain, CG an LE because they hate rain; NnB because he writes poems about rain and for me because I love rain (probably because we get such a small amount every year.)



Horses and Men in Rain
Carl Sandburg

LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter’s day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys.

Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches—and talk about mail carriers and messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks.
Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the Holy Grail and men called “knights” riding horses in the rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved.

A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping the hunks of coal, the caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain.
Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and Roland, the hero, and all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain.