Your poems are always such a delicious treat that never disappoints Mrs.Smeej.Uh huh... And I bet I can tell you the exact time the rain stopped, too.
Rain must have it in for me... It follows me around.
There were storms in Boston until my flight left the ground.
When we got to Dublin we were greeted by the rain.
Left to go to Galway and the sun came out again.
Drizzling in Connemara and on Galway Bay
(40 shades of green require 40 shades of gray)
Just a mist; the sun, a silver disc behind the clouds...
Wind and rain upon the Cliffs of Moher thinned out the crowds.
Lost it, briefly, in Kenmare until the Cashel Plain.
Sun was out then, suddenly, a burst of sideways rain.
Soaking wet and freezing cold, we hurried down the Rock
Sorry for the sodden sheep that huddled in a flock.
Storms were slow to reach Kilkenny; skies were, mostly, blue.
Found us in the Wicklow Mountains, though - at Glendalough.
Followed us to Skerries and then zeroed in on Lusk.
Didn't get to Dublin 'cause it poured from dawn to dusk.
When, at our departure gate, the sun began to peek,
Irish eyes were shining for the first time in a week.
Now I hear it's warm and sunny on the Emerald Isle.
It's the nicest that their weather's been in quite awhile.
Meanwhile, it's been cold and rainy here since we got back.
I've begun to view this as a personal attack.
I would really like to see the sun again someday
Lest I have to build myself an arc and float away.
So glad to see you writing again.
