“RAIN“
by John Brewer Gibson (1907-1983)
When Sol arose to light the day,
His rays from us were hidden;
A moving canopy of gray
Had come to us unbidden.
As day advanced, the clouds did scud,
And rain began descending
Until by noon the full-grown flood
Gave sign of no short ending.
The afternoon wears slowly on,
No thought our wrath assuaging,
The rain-clouds now are nearly gone
And all the brooks are raging.
The level lands which border these
Present a view appalling;
To me, who thought to cross with ease,
The spectacle is galling.
So now I stand beside the pane,
My thumbs and fingers twiddling:
Me thinks I’ll fix the fire again
And spend the evening fiddling!
(from Remember Me, John Brewer Gibson 1907-1983, Book #453, Richland County Genealogy Society, Olney, Illinois)