Rain Go Away
Jun. 20th, 2016 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzy_daveCrap morning after such a nice Sunday weekend
Pissing down with rain.
Feels more like winter again.
And i am going to Margate , supposedly,
To do another mystery shop deferred from last week.
Yet the weather is bleak.
Typical British weather -
Having to get the raincoat out
I suppose it is better than a drought.
Pissing down with rain.
Feels more like winter again.
And i am going to Margate , supposedly,
To do another mystery shop deferred from last week.
Yet the weather is bleak.
Typical British weather -
Having to get the raincoat out
I suppose it is better than a drought.
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Date: 2016-06-20 10:24 am (UTC)Yeah, better than a drought, I guess.
Still, I don't like the idea of yu being cheated of your summer.
I noticed this is a poem, btw :)
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Date: 2016-06-20 01:52 pm (UTC)Hugs, Jon
The Eve of St Agnes
Date: 2016-06-21 10:39 am (UTC)St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told
His rosary, and while his frosted breath,
Like pious incense from a censer old,
Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death,
Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
RE: The Eve of St Agnes
Date: 2016-06-21 12:05 pm (UTC)