Let It Rain

by John Herlihy

Birds care little whether or not it rains,

Sit on tree branches, no one complains.

You don’t see a bird under an umbrella,

Looking pedantic, the brave little fella.

Let’s take the example, a thing to learn,

Why worry, without need for concern.

This question of rain needs addressing,

What real bother lies in such blessing.

Clouds rush overhead as if on a whim,

While we here below try to look prim.

The last thing we want is to get all wet,

All drenched to the skin, feeling upset.

Do birds make fuss with a wet feather,

No, they endure whatever the weather.

The next time it rains, I say let it come,

Beating on me softly like a gentle drum.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 18 January 2026