Today’s poem

IT ISN’T RAINING RAIN, YOU KNOW

They sat there in the shelter watching the pouring rain, The second day of their holiday and they’d sheltered yet again In a truly English summer the weather would quickly change, It amazed our foreign tourists, the enormity of the range. And so they sat in silence hoping it soon would stop, He wanted to go for a walk on the pier, but she’d sooner to a shop. The garden back home would be watered, then he had a sudden thought ‘This isn’t rain, you know,’ he said, ‘liquid sunshine’s being caught.’ At this she brightened up a bit, then started with a smile, ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘It might be wet, but I could walk a mile.’ If things aren’t right don’t start to moan or even try to hide, Things are never quite so bad when we see the sunny side.

paul Scrivener, westoning, Beds.