Wonderful Weather

In the middle of my holiday we
met.

It was a typical summer's day.
Wet.

She had a big umbrella. Blue and
white.

She said, 'You can come under it if you
like.'

Beneath it we were close. We stayed
dry.

I kept a careful eye on the marvellous
sky.

I thanked the Lord for each welcome rain-
drop.

And prayed that the rain would never
stop.



Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011