Wet Wet Wet... Published Cambridge News 6 February 2014

  

Wet Wet - Wet

Another grey day with curtains of rain

Cascading down the window pane

We cower with open umbrellas and wellies

There's mud that squelches at every step

From ground that's endlessly soaking wet

The horizon a gleaming floodplain

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The waterlogged fields are deeply soggy

And endless vista that is drearily boggy

Sheets of rain are sweeping the highway

Hypnotic swish of windscreen wipers

With vision obscured by flying spray

And trucks are chucking a bow wave

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The heavens weep from leaden cloud

Drenching the waterlogged earth beneath

Drops dancing like spinning coins on the road

Twirling across like minature dervishes

Whirling over in wild skirmishes

To culverts that have overflowed

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There's beauty still with new perceptions

Those sheets of water give glassy reflections

Mirrored picture of tree and sky

In flooded ditch there's a replica hedge

Crystal clear inverted image

That trapped within these waters lie

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My washing line's slung with a garland of pearls

Each twig and leaf is diamond hung

Delicate globes of surface tension

Each drop holding a tiny refraction

Smooth surfaced puddles are rippled by rings

That outward spread with concentric curves