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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