ON A DAY LIKE THIS

on a day like this
the grey skies opened
the rain cascaded over the roof tiles
overflowing the weary gutters
forming deep puddles on the patio
water dripped from branches leaves and twigs
the slugs were in their element
a hardy pedestrian occasionally walked by draped in a sowester
but the fireseed and his seedlet stayed indoors
watching the little rivulets trail down the windowpanes
on a day like this
the fireseed hung up the washing to dry in the garage
while his little seedlet watched
playing and singing a little tune to herself
daddy: 'that's a good tune - what is it?'
seedlet: 'i made it'
daddy: ' really? did you write a song like your daddy?'
seedlet: 'yes of course!'
then the fireseed started humming
the seedlet's tune had given him an idea
running the tune through his head
he rushed upstairs to grab a guitar & work out the chords
on a day like this
a telephone rang downstairs
little hannah elisabeth watton
ran into the hall to answer it
after a short pause
her daddy heard her say in a quizical voice:
'what kind of nanny?'
then after another pause:
'but i've already got a nanny barbara!'
on a day like this
the world stood still for a while
as the rain lashed down
brooks became rivers
rivers became rushing torrents
streets became rushing torrents too
someone said they saw an old man with a large boat
beckoning the animals in two by two
hurrah!