Last week I wore shorts and dresses and contemplated a late-season swim.
This week Autumn is considering whether to turn straight into winter. It has been cold enough to need jeans, boots and jumpers – and it has rained. A lot.
Because I don’t much like the cold or the rain, I needed to cheer myself up a little, so I turned my thoughts to poems celebrating rain.
There’s this old favourite from Robert Louis Stevenson:
The rain is raining all around
It falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas here
And on the ships at sea.
And, because this lead me try to recall a more Australian poem, there’s CJ Dennis‘s Song of the Rain, with the glorious lines:
Patter, patter … Boolcoomatta,
Adelaide and Oodnadatta,
Pepegoona, parched and dry,
Laugh beneath a dripping sky.
Riverina’s thirsting plain
Knows the benison of rain.
Ararat and Arkaroola
Render thanks with Tantanoola
For the blessings they are gaining,
And it’s raining—raining—raining!
(you can read the full poem, here)
And, of course, by the time I’d read these, I was remembering that rain is a good thing.
Do you have a favourite rain poem?