Thursday, February 20, 2014

Rain Poem

Rain Poem

Dirty days have september
     April June and november
From January up to may,
     the rain it raineth every day
From may again up to july,
     there’s not a dry cloud in the sky
All the rest have thirty one,
     without a blessed ray of sun
And if any of them had two and thirty
they would be just as wet and twice as dirty

Rosemary Parks
Found in album dated Aug 1871
 - Broadcasting House with Paddy O'Connell 16 Feb 2014


- Weather, Poem, Poetry, Year,

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