The writer searched for a new word. She was fed up with
saying, ‘It’s raining,’ every day.
                    Precipitation
                    when it starts
                    can be a mere dampness,
                    a patchy, light mist
                    with odd spits and spots 
                    that grow into mizzle, 
                    and a bit of a drizzle, 
                    but then comes a sprinkle
                    of drips and some drops 
                    that make up a splashing
                    or maybe a shower,
                    till all at once the heavens open.
                    Now it’s a cloud-burst, a downpour,
                    a drencher, a soaker,                                                         
                    tipping down torrents
                    and streams of cats
                    and dogs, not to mention the 
                    teeming stair rods.
                    Being polite, I’ll say it’s persisting,
                    chucking it down in buckets 
                    and sheets – it’s pelting! 
                    The deluge has left me wet to the skin
                     - but at least I
avoided the RAIN.
 

 
2 comments:
We had quite a deluge the other day! Loved this poem, we certainly do seem to see quite a lot of the wet stuff round here.
What a great poem, Linda!
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