in Wakefield, West Yorkshire.

The Rain

Nimbostratus in the air,
Never lovely, never fair.
It always gets most people down,
Makes them grumble, makes them frown.

But that is not always the case,
For when that cloud rains on MY face,
I close my eyes and give a smile,
Getting wetter all the while.

I open my arms wide and sing,
Not a care for anything.
As the rain drops onto me,
Not everyone can see,

The true meaning of the rain.
It makes you forget all your pain.
I wouldn’t want to be in a house,
Right now, quiet as a mouse.

Nimbostratus in the air,
Never lovely, never fair.
It always gets most people down,
Makes them grumble, makes them frown.

© Christopher Horner