The sky was blue, the sun was bright,
with not a cloud to spoil the sight.
So I did the washing, and because it was fine,
I put it to dry outside on the line.
I turned away, I pursued my day,
I didn’t observe the sky shift to grey.
I did my work, I didn’t slack,
I didn’t notice the clouds change to black.
Then I heard a sound, and when I turned round,
the rain was plummeting down to the ground.
‘Oh no,’ I thought, my washing’s out,
was nearly dry, there’d be no doubt.
I rushed out into the pouring rain,
which now was gurgling down the drain.
I grabbed the towels, the shirts, the vest,
the sheets, the socks, and all the rest.
Laden down with wet washing, I came back in,
and shoved it all into the washing machine.
And then, because I was wet right through,
I changed and put my clothes in too.
Later when I pondered, I could clearly see,
the paradox of our weather, its irony.
I’d put the washing out, to dry it better,
but it, and me, came in much wetter!
© Gillian Brazier 2024
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