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.