It’s raining jugs and tractors are falling, sucked into the swamp appearing next door

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A bountiful noise, rain like God gives it

Rain

Picnickers look up, shrieking and running,
Children look down, then leap for new puddles,
Jumping like tub-fulls of freewheeling frogs,

It’s raining jugs and tractors are falling,
Sucked into the swamp appearing next door

It’s raining troll-wives, from boats and big buckets
Basins of bouncing baby elephants are falling in waves

It’s pouring like puppies playing with balls,
Like casks of wet cats, yowling from the sky

It’s raining toads’ beards and chairs and husbands
Old women with clubs, pounding like thunder:
A bountiful noise, rain like God gives it.

by Elizabeth Able

Ode to Downpours

I wrote this after falling in love with all the different idioms for rain that I found online. I hope you enjoy it!

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5 Responses to “It’s raining jugs and tractors are falling, sucked into the swamp appearing next door”

  1. Kobus van Wyk Says:

    I love it! I love the “cat in the hat” feel of it. Have you seen my effort on my website … not in the same league as yours … but longer!

  2. Elizabeth Able Says:

    Korbus,

    I followed your link and found “The Longest Poem.”

    What fun!

    🙂

  3. George Boyce Says:

    Great poem Elizabeth! Very emotive. Just about sums up the weather we have been having here in the UK over the last few weeks.

  4. clarissa mcfairy Says:

    Wow, I do love your poem, Elizabeth. Such fun! And clever too!

  5. E. A. Able Says:

    Thanks, Clarissa. This is one that I enjoy revisiting. One day I will re-post it with a list of the idioms and where they came from. Tracking them down again would be fun.