Farmers Rain Poem

Piglet Tales and Veils of Rain

The Rain

it came misting

Then it came down in a whirl.

 

I have straight hair and

don’t care that

it is now full of curl.

 

The tail of a piglet

Is a misfit for an end

Most do not bend or twirl.

 

A chickens fluff

or a rebuff from the rooster

a cows swish and swirl

 

Rain is a relief

A belief you hold

watching life in the rain unfurl

 

A bit of mud

a thud and a splash

from a tiny little boy or girl.