Great Morning to Run Our Errands, Eh?
by Harry E Gilleland
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A humorous free-verse poem about my wife's and my recent shopping trip.
This past Monday morning
I suggested to my loving wife
it would be a great time
for us to run some errands.
True, it was raining at the time.
Raining rather hard, in fact.
“It won’t continue to rain so
hard but will quit soon enough,”
I assured her with complete
confidence in my wisdom.
Somewhat too reluctantly,
I thought, she finally gave in
and off we merrily went.
At our first stop, we opened
the car door and stepped out
into a parking lot filled with
several inches of flowing water.
Our shoes only got a tad wet,
somewhat offset by the small umbrellas
we had failing to keep the hard rain
from soaking our backs and legs.
“It’ll have stopped by the time we
finish our shopping,” I assured.
Wrong! If possible, it was raining
even harder as we returned to the car.
Next we plowed through foot-deep streams
across the roads on the way to our next store,
as my sweet wife glared across the car seat at me.
Fortunately, I had to keep my eyes
staring straight ahead focusing all
my attention on the flooded streets.
I did hear some muttering regarding
“your stupid idea” or something close to that.
The thunder and lightning drowned her out.
Three more stops followed this same pattern,
except the rain got harder and the umbrellas
kept getting smaller. Finally, after grocery shopping,
we headed home with both the groceries
and ourselves soaked. It seems to me that
wet wives are about as happy as are wet hens!
The wife acted as if I should have known
in advance that morning that the hard rain
wouldn’t let up but would continue
its downpour to set a new record rainfall
of over four inches for that date in Shreveport.
Who knew? I remain blameless … and clueless.
From now on, we only set out to run errands
when the sun is brightly shining … new rule.
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|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Try... "Just singing in the Rain".... And a little dance...that should get her smiling again!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You are lucky that it wasn't 6 inches, like you are probably going to get today. Some of those areas you drove through might have flooded your car like so many in East Texas and Louisiana lately with all the rain we've been getting.
We have a trip planned to San Antonio on Sunday with a 70% chance of rain. I'm not too worried about driving in rain on our Interstates, but they have been known to be shut down if some of these rivers get any higher. I can hear my partner yelling at me already about "Why did we have to go in the rain?"
My answer will be… And she won't like it… "Because you always have your shop open on Saturdays, even over holidays and you insisted that we only take two days of rushed travel over the Memorial Day holiday, not allowing any other, more sensible, time to travel." But then, women operate on emotion, and not good sense.
I also do not have good sense. I cannot hold an umbrella and electric wheelchairs are not supposed to get wet. It's a good thing the Wildlife Park at the Natural Bridge Cavern is drive-through, but the Riverwalk isn't. I might get very wet.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|But the rain can be fun, though I find myself in just the same situation regards heading to the shore, I used to love to walk in storms on the beach, but now when it rains I stay in my apartment...are we getting old...no that can't be it, can it...? -e-|
|Reviewed by Michael Schafer
|When it rains it pours, and you know even though the sun may be shining, a thunderstorm can form rather quickly, but don't tell your wife.
|Reviewed by Tiana ~
|I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I read this wonderful poem! I can totally relate to how your wife felt. lol The same thing happened to me when I listened to someone only my stare had daggers. lol Enjoyed this wonderfully written poem. Just stick to the new rule and everything will be fine :)|