Sidney Beck Poet Quatrain

Ireland's Rain

IRELAND’S     RAIN

You don’t have to see it raining in Ireland  to know that it is so
The Bay at Kenmare is always mist-covered and smelling  of moisture  -
As the clouds come sweeping in from the Atlantic  you see the mist go
For a moment while the rain drops gather speed down into the water

The Irish use a strange word for rainy weather  : it is  is “soft”.
But an Irish day when the weather is  ”hard” is hardly ever going to appear,
So for my money  the word should be  “wet” or  “drab”  -  and used  oft :
Then  everyone would be clear as to why the sky is not clear.

Those photos you see in postcards where  Ireland’s lush green fields fold
Into  the arms of mellow sunbeams   and are warmed gently by the smiles
Of an Irish sun  must have been taken by cameramen who waited untold
Months so they could catch the rare beam through the misty miles.

When you visit the Emerald Isle take a variety of clothing to wear.
For summer, a light rain coat, small umbrella, and perhaps a plastic hood.
For winter,  a heavy raincoat  - or two,  and rubber boots  - a pair.
In autumn and spring these same items will ensure your holiday is good.

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