Poems

It's in my hair

it's in my face

it's in my shoes

- a dark and squelchy place.

It falls as mist

it falls as showers

it falls sideways

and lasts for hours and hours and hours...

It soaks the streets

it tops up burns

it floods the drains

and sloshes and churns.

It falls in daylight

it falls when dark

it falls all week

- I'll build an ark.

It drenches heids

it washes cars

it drowns the earth

- I'll move to Mars.

It tops up lochs

it makes new bogs

it lashes hills

till they're waterlogged.

It keeps on falling

it does not abate

its single goal:

to saturate. 

It's in our lives

it's on our brains

it makes us ourselves

it's guid Scots rain!