Oh, my dear fair weather friend,
Do you think my love would end
If you forgot to spread your coat
So I could walk across the moat
On some dark day when sun won't shine,
And rain may come to spoil the wine
I share with love and gratitude
Although I guess I could be rude
And chastise you for lack of plan
(So typical of any man)
To bring umbrellas for protection
From the rain in all directions
I would rather jump in puddles
Or under rooftops run for cuddles
When the rain comes 'pissing down'
I wouldn't show up with a frown
I'd just be glad that you were there
We'd still be lovers - foul or fair.
I pray this stanza should reach his locality! what a marvelous invitation to the life it seems; extraordinary! If I am Charlie like a ligtning I'll be there.Really I embraced your great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Linda, with all that rain about, think I'll get into my speedos and waders, Charlie.