My one-minute tribute to Rain's Sound Judgment a la Dr. Seuss.
A plea by me, you heard it well
You stopped the rain -- that was swell
Ella and I were pleased as punch
We did not get wet, no, not a bunch
not a tad, you see, no need to sweat
about varying degrees of wet.
I took that time to say a plea,
... but you know I packed a black brolly.
On the way to the Union Street stop
down Fourth Ave, the skies cleared up,
When the Savings Bank came into view
I'd forgotten all about my IOU
You say, Erica, it's a new day
But my thoughts drift back to yesterday
I'm grateful still you see,
the storm clouds parted just for me.
And because we enjoyed our day
I put my anti-metered rhyme here,
these words born out of thanks, not fear
So, you'll definitely want to video record yourself reading this, remix it, and then share. Probably you'll need a Siamese cat in raincoat walking a wet black lab in the video.
Note: Yesterday, I made a deal with the rain that I'd pay tribute if it abided by my wishes.
Weather: Not raining.
Me: put on coat, grab bag and keys.
Weather: Sky opens up.
Me: Make pleas to weather, rainfall, etc., via Facebook, head off to pick up Ella.
(Unconfirmed) Weather: Hears plea, stops, restarts while I'm on subway, stops when I resurface in Manhattan.
Me: Writes yet another poem praising rain: soundness of judgment, benefit to planet.
Me: Creates new water-toasting "ritual."
"Ritual": goes viral, joins rain dance in the weather-cultural-history section of Smithsonian.