There's no doubt at all here in Seattle - absolutely none - that the "good" weather is gone until, oh, next March. Sure, there will be a few days of sunshine in January that will drive us outside in our shirtsleeves, dancing around, giddy with delight. But we can generally get up in the morning, put on heavy socks and layers of shirts and sweaters, hold our hot coffee cups in our hands as if anything warm were a magic elixir, gaze out the window and expect to see the garden wet, the sidewalks wet, the street wet, and rain coming down. In the spirit of all things wet then, here is a little poem by the wonderful Eve Merriam. I love the fact that Ms. Merriam, whose book Inner City Mother Goose (1971) was once called by its author "just about the most banned book in the country," was rewarded ten years after its publication with the NCTE's Award for Excellence in Poetry for Children.
THE WEATHER Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot Spotting the windowpane. Spack a spack speck flick a flack fleck Freckling the windowpane. A spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatter A splatter a rumble outside. Umbrella umbrella umbrella umbrella Bumbershoot barrel of rain. Slosh a galosh slosh a galosh Slither and slather a glide A puddle a jump a puddle a jump A puddle a jump puddle splosh A juddle a pump a luddle a dump A pudmuddle jump in and slide!
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