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Inclement weather is
the mother of
linguistic invention.

Spits and spots
more aptly describe
teenage boys -
not to mention damp
starts seeping eastwards.

Why have cars
slidden off roads?
Is there another sort
of cloud than misty?

The whole damn lot’s
too bloody persistent:
with all the rain transfers
this season, no-one knows
what’s flooding where…

I guess we should prepare
to hear about untidy systems
that whistle through,
with mobile Atlantic
patterns in their wake.

But those hefty showers,
it stands to reason,
should lose some
weight before travelling
south from Scotland

towards the
English regions.

Just to add, that the poem was meant to be called 'Raining Synonyms', but my fingers mistyped and I liked the slip.

I like the title too, but I'm glad I read your explanation before I dislocated my brain trying to see its connection to the poem. Which I like, a good joky contemplation of the rain that raineth every day - but not here, in t'north, where it's not at all grim today. Quite balmy, in fact.

Cheers (and don't forget your galoshes)

David

Alas, not so balmy in the Midlands

Hello, this is clever and a pleasure to read. Though I too spent an appreciable amount of time wondering what cinnamon had to do with it.
There's a couple of parts I don't understand damp starts seeping eastwards ? slidden? I cannot believe that is a word you hear in Birmingham, is it a word at all? think we'd best get used to the rain ray

That's my point. Do you not hear the rubbish they say on the weather? They're always talking about cars having 'slidden' off roads... the first stanza makes the point about linguistic invention.

I kid you not. I heard a dainty weather girl say that the 'damp start to the morning was seeping eastwards' the other day and spat I my green tea everywhere in response.