I Am a Rain Gauge
Rain is in the air.
Is it the clouds gathering
that tells me so?
No. It is the ache.
That rears it's head when
dampness fills the air.
I creak and I groan.
Now that's a new sound.
What a way to predict rain.
I am more accurate
than the local weatherman.
Not once have I been wrong.
I am a rain gauge.
An Old Wives Tale come to life.
Come hear my joints pop.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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