Rain Is For Others
Rain Is For Others
The village green
And its linen fellows
Bask in summer's
Dappled yellows,
Bowling leather
Onto linseed willows
Beneath the fluffy
Cotton pillows.
Children playing
Shooting peas,
Stinging faces
And grazing knees,
Gran and grandad
Sip their teas
On chequered blankets
Under trees.
Upon a sudden
Skies grow dark,
People shelter
And dogs bark,
The darting sparrow,
The silent lark
Scatter raindrops
On a sodden park.
Ominous rumbles
A flash of light,
The tempest's fury
With all its might,
Causes lovers
To cuss and fight,
To part as strangers
Before the night.
Spectating sisters
Watch fielding brothers,
As doting fathers
Kiss expectant mothers,
Folding neatly
Their mackintosh covers
And all agreeing
That rain is for others.
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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