John Carter Brown
Rain - Poem by John Carter Brown
When I was just a little boy
and it began to rain,
I didn't understand the cause...
I had an empty brain;
Clouds were white and fluffy
and beautiful to see;
that they were filled with water
was a mystery to me;
My father told me many things
and likewise my dear mother,
which things went in one ear
then promptly scarpered via the other.
(Written Dec 2015)
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