The skies are grey on this winters day, and its pelting down with rain
I cannot see the mountain range, through my window pane
The morning mists envelop, like the tide, it hides the beach
No bird song heard, not even a word, of the Tui's warbled speech
Storm clouds they are gathering, as the east wind starts to blow
The barometer is dropping, down the island they'll have snow
there's a big low over northland, and across the Waikato plain
And gale force winds are forecast with 150 mil of rain
The gardens like a quagmire, and the drains are running fast
Water tanks are overflowing, and the lake levels are surpassed
The mountain streams are like rivers now, as muddy water fills the bay
So i thought i would write this poem, and go out another day.
Bob I am sorry for your day, but then everything changes, very cold but dry here. This poem I truly loved, you drew a picture and like magic I felt wet. Great write a ten from me. Warm Regards from the other Bob
Wonderful images throughout and as we have been having so much rain in Australia I can really relate to it. I love the rhythm and rhyme and especially the ending. 10 Karin Anderson
So vividly described Bob I nearly got out my wellies - - the elements in your part of the world sound awesome. But am sure the sun will come out again soon....10 + ++ meanwhile...... Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bob, we have plenty of rain here but its not a Winters day, its monsoon here very wet and hot. I personally like Winter's rain and the picture you have drawn in your poem is fascinating me to write poetry. Regards Naseer