Blame It On The Weather Man

Blame It On The Weather Man short poem

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Wet, wet, the rain does fall
Damp, damp, it doesn’t care at all
Drip, dip, the drops come down
Drop, drop, makes you sad as a clown.
Grey, grey, storm clouds above
Cold, cold, get your hat and your gloves
Dull, dull, doom and gloom
Sad, sad, stay in your room.
Blow, blow, the wind is bitter
Shiver, shiver, no birds twitter
Run, run, get under the shelter
Quick, quick, it’s starting to pelter.
Wait, wait, a thinning shroud
Look, look, a break in the cloud
Woohoo, the sun’s breaking through
Happy, happy, as it warms me and you.

Written on December 2009

This poem is part of the Poetry Book “Positively Poetic – Volume 3

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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