Friday poems are Lindsay's thing, and I don't mean to encroach, but this - by Frances Shaw - is lovely, (and as I write, it's pouring!):
Who loves the rain
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the storm;
And at his hearth-fire keep me warm;
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise,
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes
I do love the rain, so that resonates with me, but as long as you have "The Right Attitude to Rain", you'll be fine! Any other 'rainy' books or poems ? Here's one to be going on with.
