To celebrate National Poetry Day, I’d like to share with you my favourite poem:
A downpour lies in wait,
Licking itself like an ice cream,
A soaking cools its heels.
Tiny creatures scurry,
Cows sit and ponder, at the edge of their minds a torrent
They’ll never see coming.
Tiny creatures scurry,
Dread held at bay
By plastic shields.
A downpour is coming,
Wrath forecast,
Without a cloud in the sky.
Nonsense, eh?