posted October 22, 2005 10:26 PM         

blame it on the sullen rain
it brought me down from sailing the happy seas,
left with a classy frown and two cups of rich tea
I was looking for poetry to read aloud
but the echo frightened me,
ill eggshell wall colour left me uninspired

blame it on the deceiver/rain
where the skies should be Northern silver
they are gypsy black and no leaves
stuck on my shoes, only wet
and the scarf is too much,
but the winds too cold

blame it on the fickle rain
what vivid songs and thoughts
danced lascivious tangoes through my mind
and washed my strained and broken thoughts
clean, left delicious whiteness,
but the sneaky rain came and went

I blame it on the callous rain
it's not warm misty romance weather
when the drops blow to and fro with no grace
and umbrella cover does little for these pygmy hurricanes
and nobody, not anyone can hum sweetly with wet socks.