RAIN WANTED…Apply within, with wet words please…

Shakespeare: WRONG!

Bob Dylan: WRONG!

Blogbrarian: RIGHT!





“The rain it raineth every day” wrote the Bard….well, Billy Boy, that may’ve been true in your day, but – let me assure you, Sir - not round here in sunny Bexley these days it doesn’t!




“And it’s a hard rain is gonna fall” sang Bob Dylan; not round here, Bobby Boy, it’s as dry as a dusty dingo’s den…


…


As the medieval poet once put it (more or less);


“Summer is acumin in, Loud now sing cuckoo…


Groweth seed and bloweth mead,


But give us a downpour, too!”…


…


Something’s wrong somewhere, don’t you think, dear readers?…


But what can we do about it?


Some people dig ponds…


Some adapt their growing habits…


Others take a global view.


On Nelligan's farm, they take a unique view of agricultural irrigation...


(The Blogbrarian has his own special way of watering his little garden patch...would you like to share his secret? Contact him for further details…)






But above all, I think we should try the power of poetry to summon up a mighty flood…Let’s put Billy and Bobby to shame, and compose our own lines to encourage a deluge….


So, if you’re wilting in Welling, or shrivelled in Sidcup, baking in Barnehurst or arid in Erith, cracked in Crayford or bleached in Blackfen then let’s have a few lines from you – either your favourite bit of appropriate poetry, or a few lines of your own making.


Let it flow!


Release your torrents of creativity!






Here’s one that a member of my Research Team came up with earlier:


'We’re parched in March, need a monsoon by June…


Our lawns are all yellow & shrivelled…


Our flowers are dying…


‘let it pour’ we’re all crying


‘Please send us a downpour – and soon!’







Hmmm…Could do better, dear readers? Let me know....




TTFN