Rainy Pane

Through the window, rain and fog.
Weather fit for duck and frog.
April showers? No, not quite!
Downpour. Deluge. Day and night.
Drive's a puddle; lawn's a bog.
Through the window, rain and fog.

Through the window, fog and rain.
River roads wash down the drain.
April showers? Not the phrase!
This rain stays for days and days.
Rain clouds' loss is puddles' gain.
Through the window, fog and rain.

poem © Celia Warren 2013

Today my father would have turned 95. I can hear his voice saying, "Sunny Devon: ha!" Like his, my mood is very affected by the weather. Oh, for some sunshine! (One hour yesterday wasn't long enough.)