Poetry
RAIN All through that night And into the following day It rained. We tried to shelter In the lee of trees By the crossroads Where we used to play - Fine at first The droplets grew, Plothering from oak leaves Under that leaden sky Till sodden the verges And the old road Be-puddled Muttering rivulets Flowed down Harrison's Hill Gurgling to gutters Replete with water While wet as fish We splashed home In the endless rain, The endless Rain. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/iA5YP0z