WET BLANKET

You can call me a wet blanket

But I love to see the rain;

I'm always sure to thank it

When I see it back again.

 

I love to look outside at clouds,

Hovering overhead like shrouds

Or veils barely hiding tears

Witnessing the passing biers.

 

Sun-worshippers may think me mad,

A perverse sort of chappie -

But I say to them I'm just so glad

To be wet - and be happy.

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Hannah Collins

Mon 8th Oct 2018 17:35

Rain is a wondrous thing that we take for granted.
Love this joyful poem.

Hannah

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 8th Oct 2018 15:31

Thanks, one and all, for the comments and the "likes".
I'm with Gene Kelly when he's "Singing In The Rain"! 😅

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 7th Oct 2018 20:01

Yes M.C. I too welcome those wet days in front of a roaring fire enjoying wonderful poems like this. Thank you..💕

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John Coopey

Sun 7th Oct 2018 19:58

I'm half with you, MC. I love to hear the rain splattering on the conservatory or caravan roof, provided, of course, I am warm and dry under it.

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Brian Maryon

Sun 7th Oct 2018 18:17

We are lucky in the UK to enjoy a temperate climate, and even though we have the occasional calamity it pales into insignificance when compared to other countries.

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walkingman

Sun 7th Oct 2018 17:52

to be wet and happy, I like that ending!

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