Poetry Monday: Rain

It's Poetry Monday and the topic is rain.

Join Diane, Delores and me as we wring as much as possible from this four-letter word. Read a poem, write a poem, leave a poem in the comments on any of our blogs. The objective is to get us thinking and have some fun.

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The first thing that always happens when Diane provides us with a topic is that every poem I've ever heard on the topic pops into my head and won't get out, not even when I use my stern voice.

I guess that shouldn't be a surprise, as my stern voice doesn't work on anyone or anything else, either.

I've decided to harness this problem and turn it into an asset. I used the rhythm and meter of Robert Louis Stevenson's little poem Rain, which has been thundering through my head all week, to come up with a copycat version. (Apologies, Mr. Stevenson. You know I love your poetry.)

Here is Robert Louis Stevenson's poem:

Rain

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

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My turn now:

Cloudy With A Chance Of Floating Away

The rain is raining all around,

It pours on you and me.

It soaks the walkers, joggers too.

Why are they out? Beats me.

The rain is pounding on the roof,

The gutters freely flow.

The downspouts can't contain the flood --

Best not to stand below.

The rain is bouncing off the streets,

And running down the hills;

It's making puddles into lakes --

I fear we'll soon need gills.

The rain is creeping in my shoes,
And dripping down my neck;
It's dotting on my spectacles,
And causing Hairdo Wreck.

In spite of all my whiny noise,

There's one thing that I know:

While too much rain is surely bad,

At least it isn't snow.

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On a serious note, the rain has caused major flooding in our neighbouring province of New Brunswick, and my thoughts are with those who have been evacuated and those who have had damage to their homes. I hope everyone stays safe and that life returns to normal for them as soon as possible.

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Below are two videos I took last summer during a fifteen-minute downpour that accompanied a thunder-and-lightning storm. That rainstorm was the source of inspiration for some of the lines in my poem this week. (You'll get the point of the videos within the first, oh, three seconds or so . . . the rest is just more of the same. So don't feel you need to watch them for the full time.) (As far as that goes, don't feel you need to watch them at all. I'm sure  you've seen heavy rain before - hah.)

Looking through the window of our back door . . .

 And looking through the front window -- at the overflowing gutters . . .

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What's the worst rain you've ever seen?

Wishing you a Baby Bear week -- not too wet and not too dry, but ju-u-u-st right :)

Update: Next Monday's topic is "leaves and flowers the rain has brought" . . .