An ill wind.
The rain set early in today,
with darkened skies washed with grey,
to dreary make the flowered brake
and paint with tears the smiling lake,
't'was if some ill-vexed unhonoured knight,
cast black deeds upon the landscape's sight,
I watched with watered eyes fit to break,
when in my heart, came shinning straight
fond friendship enjoyed these days of late,
soft scented kept in a perfumed bower,
joyous made this rain soaked hour.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:My very dear friends who having stayed with me awhile, returned yesterday from their sun soaked holiday with me. Today it rained.