Paula Swanson Poet Light Verse

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.

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Andrea Dietrich July 10, 2011 at 1:06 AM oh, boy, I think I am gonna become that way too, my dear. I LOVE this. And thanks so much for my win in your contest. Luv, Andrea

Nette Onclaud July 9, 2011 at 11:19 PM how you can say so much in few words amazes me , paula! this enthralls me; lovely! thanks for appreciating my piece for your " childhood memory" contest...needless to say, i was inpired by your theme..:) huggs!

Doris Culverhouse June 30, 2011 at 8:30 AM good one!! no rain on my road for a while.

Carol Sunshine Brown June 30, 2011 at 7:41 AM I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Paula. I will be back again soon to read more. Hoping you find your soul filled with inspiration today and everyday and may your writing endeavors come to be. Love, Carol