by Kenny Moon
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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If a gun was pointed at my head, and had I to explain Rain,
I'd say it's water and they don't get much of it in the Sahara desert
or in Spain.
Go on, says the gunman, tell me something else about rain.
On this sweet Earth, sir, rain is the condensation of atmospheric water vapor
into drops heavy enough to fall.
Go on, says the gunman, tell me something else about Pain.
Pain! I don't want blood running down my face, just drops of rain.
Flash floods and monsoons, I tell him all I know about precipitation:
it's God's cleansing, falling beauty, the world's tears,
it's the Beatles song, it's Wet Wet Wet.
I should have brought an umbrella, a malacca cane,
something to ward off the insane.
Probably we'll go
to the nearest ATM
to empty my credit card,
or maybe he'll pull the trigger
and squirt ... Aaaahhhh, a water-pistol!
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Clever and ever so well done and unique as usual, Kenny. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|Glad it was only an April Fool Day's joke. Heehee!!!
Thank you for reading and commenting on my work!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Beautiful write Kenny on God's cleansing...well done, Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|wow!, what a take on one of my favorite things-rain!|