Find your galoshes and brolly.
Rain doesn't ever have to be drab.
Stand out in flamboyant colours !
AP: Honorable Mention
Three squirrels in galoshes
went splashing down the lane~
one wearing red, one yellow, one purple,
all dancing in the rain.
They leapt across the puddles
with a whoosh and a watery plop,
till the storm itself grew jealous
and begged them all, Please stop!
But squirrels don’t take orders,
especially not from weather~
so they twirled in their bright galoshes
and splashed off together shouting,
You don’t bother us weather!
I have a little friend
She's at her happiest when it rains
Loves her galoshes and umbrella
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
surround sound rain;
I’m inside, out -
my feet feel bare,
naked, chilled.
fan forced to quit.
arms of Autumn breeze.
birds in the woods breathing
in the season’s petrichor.
noisy rascal - lamenting or
welcoming rain.
I welcome the swooshy-drops,
abiding chirps, puddling moss.
here it comes, the source
of time - lurking around wet bark,
reminiscents of perfumed family,
sloshing through crispy leaves,
pink coat
and galoshes,
yellow bus.
rain floats on air, infiltrates inside,
wetting my tongue and eyelashes-
perhaps those are tears. at last
too cold - boldness of October Sunday.
Said the TV’s weatherman,
a bright bloke on grey suit,
and with weeping eyeglasses,
“There’s probability of precipitation.
It’s going to rain from coast to coast.
Umbrellas, raincoats and rain boots
Are cheaper on Ebay.
Order from Amazon . . . galoshes and
calabashes...
It shall rain from Jerusalem to Jericho.
And no one shall be spared from the
sprinkles — be they Republicans
or Democrats.
Blonde or raven-haired.
So plan your wedding when a spell of
sunshine borrowed from Africa
falls on one and all, like the bright light
on the road to Tarsus.
Pray against a jealous tornado
which plans to disrupt graduation ceremonies
across wayward universities.
If you cannot pray, tweet.
Heaven also hearkens to tweets.
If you doubt it,
ask the birds
whom the Lord feeds".
It’s Spring! Be Happy!
Come on stringbean ~
get up, let’s get silly…
and have some fun !
So it’s grey and drizzling
we’re not made out of sugar
Let’s put on hats and our galoshes
i’ll race you out to find some puddles
We simply cannot just sit here
pouting with our long faces
while we wait for the sunshine to return !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 18, 2025 for contest LET'S DO THE CHICKEN SPLASH sponsored by MYSTIC ROSE ROSE
The grass is greener, I will have you know
On the other side of life, its true, I know
Sunny places will keep you smiling for days.
But my home of green is better by far!
Rain is something, I have befriended.
For what the rain creates, can never be ended!
Green hills of grass next to an ocean of blue.
Green hill of trees on mountains high.
As we travel through areas of natural beauty
Sometimes so stunning, I could simply cry.
Come rain or shine, I'll keep my smile.
Living where I do, is living for sure!
Wearing a raincoat, popping on galoshes,
Bouncing in the puddles, oh what glee.
Truly my happy place, loves the child in me.
I cannot experience this beauty alone
So come on friends, Come and stay,
Share our beautiful spot in the world of green today!
As the present year slides slowly into slumber
I shall strive, next year, to things somewhat less dumber
Than wearing my galoshes in the summer
I shall, in fact, walk barefoot on the beach
And leave my sandals so far out of reach
The seagulls I’ll impress with my loud screech
And when the bumbling bees accost the rose
I’ll spray them with the still unraveled hose
Protecting her for she’s the one I chose
Remembering the mills will surely close
I shall no longer wear “carbon based” clothes
And when arrested claim eleven toes
I shall take a vow of silence dawn to dusk
And clothe myself in eco-friendly husk
And hope the crows don’t land upon my tusk
I shall recycle all the cardboard left behind
By mobs who’d have us all think as one mind
For the man who owns the dog knows which is blind
And I shall write of joyous things, nothing off key
In the hope that happy thoughts will set me free
Unless the door is locked when I must pee
Once upon a time
It just got cold and windy.
Now we have felt temperatures
Wind chills
Bombogenesis.
Snow days used to be fun.
NO SCHOOL…..YIPPEE!!!
We would ZOOM down the hills
On whatever would slide
Sleds, plastic “spinny” things,
Occasionally socks
Would replace wet mittens
Plastic bags would go over shoes
To allow easy entry to galoshes.
((Mom’s were magicians back then))
Snowballs were legal.
Snowmen were called….SNOWMEN.
Snow angels caused no controversy.
((Well, truth be told, I made a few snow devils))
((used one of the snowman’s arms for the horns))
For homework….
Tomato soup, Ritz crackers
A blanket and Howdy Doody.
((Damn, am I old))
John G. Lawless
©2/5/2023
Ah, Spring: each laden cloud more rain delivers,
that soaks our clothes and in our new shoes sloshes.
Our streets blockaded thanks to pregnant rivers,
with mud tracked in the house from kids' galoshes.
Ah, weeds: the bane of ev'ry gardener!
Unwanted life that fouls our garden's bliss.
Dear mother nature, we must pardon her
for her green demons turning Spring amiss.
Ah, noise: new Vernal life creates a riot
as crickets, birds, and frogs return to form.
It makes one long for Winter's tranquil quiet -
not all is calm when days grow long and warm.
Come March, not all is magically renewed -
with rain and weeds and noise, Spring's downright rude!
written 30 Jan 2023
glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy. Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash.
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German. Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets. Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls. Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet. Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.
my heart was broken in the rain
while being pulled underwater
by overcast vibrations via
sky blue seduction
i carry a black umbrella
for personal therapy and
wear a multicolored raincoat
and galoshes in order to
intentionally fool myself into
believing that i am actually safe
thoughts of her are merciless
avalanches merging with boulders
of commonplace frigidity
i laugh to keep from crying
i cry to keep from dying
i die the avoid the goodbye-ing
as i take my last breath, the alarm goes off and i wake up sighing
....and alas, my blood again flows slowly like a constipated turtle....
A snowstorm blew in from the north last night
with blasts of frigid air pounding the loft hard,
paralyzing wind howling brought terrorizing fright.
In the morning I'm expecting a snow-covered yard
probably with banks of snow against the railing,
and roadways treacherous with ice frozen hard.
Lucky we will be if our car battery is not failing
and we can make our way to the local dispensary
though we cannot expect a trip smooth sailing
because the winds will still be flinging icy misery.
Wrapped in heaviest woolen coats and scarving
with heavy galoshes since the road is slippery,
In the new soft snow, our footprints are carving
for those tracing the path to the narrow lane,
They must hurry for imprints are quickly blurring.
On second thought, to go outside is most insane,
a snowstorm blew in from the north last night.
For those tracing the path to the narrow lane,
paralyzing wind howling brought terrorizing fright.
written January 13, 2022
I remember plodding through the snow
From my grandma’s house to the bus stop,
Listening to the sounds of the tire chains
The school bus thumping along icy roads,
But school was never cancelled.
Bottoms of my trousers would be frozen
And snow would be clinging to my eyelashes,
Stamping my feet to warm my toes
While we waited in the unheated bus shed,
But school was never cancelled.
The fingers of my mittens would stick together
My toboggan barely covered my ears,
The soles of my shoes would be slippery
And treacherous, since I didn’t have galoshes,
But school was never cancelled.
Snow on the path would pile up to my knees
My breath glistened passing my runny nose,
Some pages of my books would get wrinkled
Especially if I dropped them along the way,
But school was never cancelled.
written December 25, 2021
i’m under weather
tissues are my umbrella
socks, my galoshes
11/15/2021
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