For the rain it raineth every day

When I was a young boy in Poplar I used to look out of the window on the first floor of the maisonette where we lived when it rained. Our yard was made of large concrete cement flags, bound with bitumen but the slabs were unevenly laid in this Festival of Britain development so rainwater collected in large puddles and when rain it the puddles they made bubbles.

When that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

Today we are puzzled that so much rain has fallen this December; we look for reasons why so much of the places where people live are affected by floods while other places, previously fertile, are affected with drought. In most places we watch through the window of the media and do not understand whether what we see is the beginning of the end or simply a temporary change in the order of things. And so we speculate and enact out our speculations.

 

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day

 

Happy New Year

2 Responses

  1. A young man named Kyriakides
    Famed for his poetic deeds, he’s
    Doing it again
    It’l stop, heaven knows when,
    He’s a regular Epimenides!

  2. Breaking, the truth will eventually out Rob.

    http://www.naturalnews.com/052532_Prof_Tim_Lenton_chemtrails_geoengineering.html#

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