Hi everyone,
I know that certain, cynical readers may not care one whit about the rainy weather we’re having in what is supposed to be sunny Florida. 
True! There are those among you who will be tempted to write sarcastic, unsympathetic couplets about my fate and post them right here where everyone can see how cold and uncaring you are!
Well . . . who am I to stand in your way. My misery through four straight days of heavy rain means nothing to you. Pour it on, as they say around here.
David
Children's Author David L. Harrison's Blog 
Rainy Day Blues
You like sun, round and red,
green grass where you can
lay your head,
tan beach where
sand threads
through your toes,
white sunblock
that will
grease your nose.
But all you have
is rain, it’s true,
which makes your mood
a deep, dark blue.
But don’t forget,
when sun comes out
and you begin
to jump and shout,
recall that sky and sea
are blue.
I’d think of that,
if I were you.
Your not-jealous friend,
Jane Yolen
Thank you, dear Jane! I will try to profit from your sunny advice!
XO,
David
I dig my toes into the sand beside the gleaming sea.
I bet that wretched Harrison wishes he were me!
Alas, Renee! My sea ain’t so gleaming. Sigh.
Hee, hee nice one, Renee! Love that picture of you, David. Someone should write a parody with it.
Thank you, Catherine. The sad picture came from a video I did for Renee’s site at No Water River.
I’m headed for Florida at the end of July
Please ensure that you’ll take the rain when back home you fly!
I want sun with my sand; that’s what it should be.
Please enjoy the wet now so it won’t stay with me!
Really bad, I know, but I really am vacationing then, and I don’t want rain, only in Colorado!
Well sure, Linda, you want me to take all the rain so you can play in the sun. Huh!
Stop the presses, let world news wait,
It’s rained in Florida FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT!
Poor buggers! Let’s send them relief from the drear–
How do those postcards go? Wish you were here!
Hi Leslie, and thanks for the heart warming sympathy. Postcards indeed! Harrumph!
While the rain takes a toll on your sun-loving soul,
you can find yourself an alley, rent shoes and bowl!
(This is a dual purpose entry–words of encouragement for David, and a WOM poem.)
Pretty clever effort, Deborah! Don Barrett, who suggested this month’s Word of the Month, owns a bowling alley in Camdenton, Missouri. He’ll love your couplet!
Oh, dear friend
I cannot bend
God’s will to make it sunny.
But if I could,
I surely would,
’cause weeks of rain
Ain’t funny.
(
No matter what your snide friends say.)
Thank you, dear Pat, he sniffled. It’s nice to have ONE friend who cares!
Boo-hoo. Davy has to play indoors.
No sand. No beach. No lovely sun.
Just rain and clouds and waves that break
And Davy whining in its wake.
Boo-hoo.
Signed, a non-poet, who has no sympathy for someone in Florida
Ouch! Where or where is the love! I’ll whine if I want to, Veda!
Mosquitoes swarm, rain or shine, on this Michigander;
while David suffers his ocean-view, a beached salamander.
Ha! Thank you, Buffy. You’re right. I wouldn’t trade the rain for your mosquitoes. Thanks for the reality check.
Ah! I feel triple-sorry for you, David! So three couplets!
Drop! Drop! Dribble drop!
I see you wish the rain would stop
and that the sun would wander out
so you could cease your sulking pout.
Instead you cry a salty drip
that splashes off your lower lip!
Whoa! A triple slam! After this upbraiding, I think I’ll wash off my lip and tuck it in! Thanks, Penny. I needed that!
Please dear David
don’t you cry
over days of rain
for when you come home
where it is deathly dry
you’ll wishing for rain.
Smile no matter what
for you are alive
to enjoy rain or drought.
—– Mary Nida Smith
Mary Nida, you always give sage advice. I’ll do my best to see, or at least imagine, the sunny side.
Depleted and drained, Sun cried, “Give me a break, Florida! I NEED a vacation.”
Cool and refreshed, Rain empathized, “Got it, Sun! Straight rain until you return.”
Too bad David was not privy to their conversation.
…………………………………..
Cheer up, David. The sun might come out tomorrow.
A collection of rain poems in the works, perhaps?
Aha! Cory, maybe you’re right. A collection of rain poems might be the silver lining here. Thanks for pitching in!
Thanks everyone! Company just arrived so I’m very busy looking for excuses to stay out of the kitchen. I’ll thank you properly later. Keep ’em coming!
See, your rainy day just got brighter.
Keep your chips out of that dip bowl
and your weight will stay lighter.
Enjoy every minute of life.
Thank, Janet! You must have a camera in this place. I definitely need to keep my fingers out of the snack food. And TODAY IS SUNNY!
The rain may have brought on depression,
But it’s worth it to see your expression!
David- what a funny face! I am laughing in spite of your tears! I hope the sun is now shining for you 🙂
Good rhyme, Iza! I’m glad you like my unhappy face. This morning the sun is finally out. We’re having breakfast and then plan to walk the beach! Hooray!
Now that I’ve seen that face I can see how you were led to Scents That Remain from August of 2011.
Scents That Remain
Her room is empty.
But her scents remain.
They beckon
Memories,
That ply the pain to the edge
And wrench it out
To stand like gravestones
And glare in moonlight
On the face of he
Who stands, beguiled, in the doorway
Weeping
Retching
Spiraling in a sob.
by Jeanne Poland
8/21/11
Dear Jeanne,
Thank you for re-posting your poem here. I enjoyed it all over again.
David
The Man and the Rain
The man looks out his window;
another rainy day.
He scans the sky for sunshine
but all he sees is grey.
Inside, he says a secret prayer
to wish the rain away.
Although the man has work to do,
the boy would like to play.
– © 2013, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Matt, you nailed it. Not only would the boy like to play, his playmate would too! This morning looks so-so so far, and yesterday was fine. Maybe we’ve turned a corner. Thanks!
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