Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Never Lived in North West England in February
An Anti-Ode to His Rainy Day Poem
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Author's Note:
If you would like to read a stoic and optimistic poem about rain, please find Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Rainy Day Poem HERE.
The man definitely "did" rain well, and it apparently rains a lot where he is from (Massachusetts).
I'd take my hat off to him if I wasn't using it for damage limitation.
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Back to say Congratulations on this clever piece
I sense a theme...
I love this!!
I read the Longfellow poem expecting to see a similar vibe. And the vibe was indeed there, but not exactly how I was expecting! Lol, this is hilarious. I need more poems in this vein! I never thought I'd feel relieved by the cold weather and snow. Endless rain drags on the soul in a much different way. Praying for sunny weather for you!
😂 Sounds like a wet monsoon up in those parts. Loved your Anti-ode!
hahahahaha. I thought this was going to be a really deep exercise in literature...then saw a million pitter-patters and cloud piss and creased up. Thanks Caroline. I actually love the rain...I guess the Scot in me would have to have some sorta appreciation for it. And I've written several poems about the rain. I do hate it when it drags on though and hate when I have to go out to do things in it. Mindlessly wandering in the rain is fine...but reaching work (when I used to work outside the house) with already soggy clothes at the start of the day is never great. Loved this though and I actually imagine this getting Top Story, haha!
Great poem for sure 🥰Natures own poetry. Timeless
Hahaha. Sounds like you need a moment. We probably get the same amount of rain as you here is Aus, but it all comes in one day.
I now live in one of the driest parts of the UK, but I've lived in the north west for two chunks of my life and my partner grew up in that area. After 20 odd years of not living there, he's now capable of leaving the house without a raincoat.
So funny! I hear you as I coast to the shops in my upturned umbrella as it long lost its use as a barrier to the everlasting rain and is better served as a flotation device..
Cloud piss 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 And that ending hahahahahhahahahaha!! Hope you'll be okay! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Haha! Genius!
I once camped with Ken in a primitive campground. It rained for the whole time. Touching the tent meant it dripped . The only dry place was the port-a-potty We married anyway, but man it was brutal I was not gracious.
Hahahaha. Omfg.
I live on the west coast rain forest area…..I relate You nailed it exactly
Impressive & creative!!! Enjoyed reading Henry's poem too!!!
Part of me feels inclined to read this word for word 😂
This was creative. Here in north-west PA we are being tested with snow and cold.