Bloody Hell its wet!!
It rained and rained and rained
The average fall was well maintained
And when the tracks were simple bogs
It started raining cats and dogs.
After a drought of half an hour
We had a most refreshing shower
And then most curious thing of all
A gentle rain began to fall.
Next day but one was fairly dry
Save for one deluge from the sky
Which wetted the party to the skin
And then at last the Rain set in!
(Anon)
Rain come down, it all comes down to rain:
the great rain, the dark rain, the Rain Father
pissing his worst in the headwaters, Mother-
of-all-Rains squatting, showering blood, mud
rain ricochets back off the clay, the heavens
polluted, the hills collapse, slip rain, sod rain,
the fat tears of God rain, rain so thick and vast
it can drown the prayers of believers from
you back to Jesus! Fear rain, awe rain, rain no
beggared philosopher washed downstream on a
trunk of rata could ever explain: dog rain, cat and
rat rain, the rain that drowns ambition, swallows
towns and smashes bridges, train-eating, brain-
beating, roof-drumming over & over & over. Rain.
Source: Jeffrey Paparoa Holman, The late great Blackball bridge sonnets. Wellington: Steele Roberts, 2004, p. 40
I have been searching the web for that first poem, vaguely remembered -- one of the most expressive ever. Now at last you have given it to me! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMe too. I first came upon the Poem (the first one) back in 1986 in the visitors book at Holly Hut on Mt Taranaki. It was just so appropriate for the weather we had experienced on our way up
ReplyDeleteLoved being able to find this poem
ReplyDeleteMy Grandfather and mother often said it. I am 73 and was annoyed that the book that my mother put it in had gone missing now being able to read it again was a thrill
Yes! Thank you, I read this poem in a book and passed it on without realizing I was giving away a treasure. Hope it is still being read somewhere.
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