Wind racing, rain facing
glow, an eye stinging,
ear whistling blow,
with mouth gasping,
breath rasping north wind,
force wind, cold source
artic on course wind
for inside out umbrella
pinned fella...
when she turned around
and embarrassedly grinned.
Those darn brollies, inferior quality to not withstand a force 10 gale. Nice poem with interesting rhymes.
Another good one Sally - subject matter all too familiar! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wind and rain poem so so, but the presenting of it is another kettle of fish great, with a delightful ending with a fella in her umbrella...clever women...regards
Dear Ken, Thankyou for your welcome remarks. Best regards.....Sally