“Sometimes, even this old child, needs to have some fun, so, puddle jumping???!!!” Gun Roswell
Overflowing? And with water? Definitely! They’re puddles after the rain Leaving many and big a stain Where ever the water for a while remains
Jumping, jumping, jumping out of joy Like a kid again, shouting loudly”Ahoy!” Splashing water all around Everywhere , all over the ground
September may be a month of rain Causing the summer lovers a lot of pain But, luckily, the season of sun will come again So keeping on puddle jumping until then 😉
“Waiting for spring, dressed accordingly and then, the blizzard hits, snowing all the way, no jingles, no fanfares, just damp to the core while trying to work thread across the now snowy path. Oh weather, thou art a heartless bi..h!” Gun Roswell
En route by train but it snows and so, stuck waiting for way too long!!!
Public transit, oh what joy! But, before you shout ahoy Read this story of some kind of ploy?
Early morning in April I was really in a hurry The venue was set in the city And feeling a little giddy After all travelling by train Was not something to do in vain Especially in the middle of spring comes a surprise winter! With temperatures below zero And myself certainly no sprinter And even less of a hero
Reaching the train station After half jogging the way Then I heard the notification The train had been delayed No indication as to arrival time But they told us, all was fine Just a minor snafu The train would be there in a few
A few minutes went by On the platform standing by Then after a while Waiting for the train to arrive I was wishing I had taken the car I would have been so very far
Oh what fun and joy! Toes, fingers and nose freezing The snow storm’s intensity increasing Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy! To get spring cancelled all along!
It was so totally bright The shiny object full of light Now the clouds have taken over Forming a four leaf clover On top of the sun of shining Completely it binding Only a few rays remain Struggling out of the frame Some might say it’s exaggerating That it’s only a slight over cast But I reply they’re underestimating As a bad storm front is about to blast The skies open way too fast And the, we’re all get drenched And no more sunshine will get Through those clouds wedged Over the bright ball of light So best give up this fight And get the heck indeed
“Rain, rain and some more rain, guess it is really fine in the end” Gun Roswell
The raindrops the window
The rain leaves it’s calling card on the windows, marking the surface but luckily not permanent but for at least a moment the markers will stay there, for the simple purpose of admiration with the good kind of sensations there to be found.
And so, observing those tiny droplets getting stuck on the tough glass, forming all kinds of patterns, some of them just splatters really, but still, they have a way in capturing the attention just the same, and as long as they remain, they will the onlooker entertain.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 