Hi all...
Yesterday morning I stepped out into an almost
oppressively close, moist, warmish atmosphere
that smelled of water. It inspired this poem.
oppressively close, moist, warmish atmosphere
that smelled of water. It inspired this poem.
It’s Gonna Rain
The forecast was for rain
I know: my joints are in pain
And when I walked outside
The air fairly stuck to my hide
In the words of my beautiful wife
You could cut the air with a knife
You could feel the water in the air;
Today I’m gonna have “bad hair”
Though the rain was not here
I knew it was awfully near
Sure enough, lightning split the air
And there was water everywhere!
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1 comment:
One of my friends is just like your wife..If the next day is going to rain, he will feel pain all over his body. What is worse is that it's always raining in Belgium!Luckily, he has already gone back to Malaysia:)
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