THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

THE RAIN CAME EARLY THIS MORNIN’

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain Productions

The rain came early this mornin’.

It came right down the middle of the street.

No one ever saw it comin’, not a one, ‘cept me,

and sure t’was ‘cause they was all asleep.

When the rain came early here this morning’,

it was hard at first even for me to see.

It came rainin’ most early today.

I know I didn’t see it comin’ my way.

I didn’t even have time for a cup of fresh boiled coffee,

Nor scrambled eggs, nor brittle cooked bacon

before I most had to scurry out of the way,

as it sudden arrived just like popped up toast

would that jumped up high and landed on the table

sendin’ the fork and the spoon to flyin across the room.

I was most suprised you might could say

For I didn’t see it comin’ my way.

No, I didn’t ever see it comin’ my way.

Not my way, no way.

I admit I like my toast with a coat of butter,

but the butter was most cold this mornin’.

It wouldn’t spread out neither thick nor thin,

just a hard clump of cold damn butter.

Yeah, the rain came early here this mornin’.

It came for me without no real warnin’.

Caught me naked in the middle of the street,

Must have been walkin’ in the middle of my sleep.

The rain came early here this mornin’.

With no coffee, no toast and no damn soft butter,

I was caught standing sleeping in the middle of the street;

Even though the weatherman the night before had issued a warnin’

They said some clouds was likely formin’.

Out east I think he said, or was it to the west?

You can tell I was really payin’ attention.

For I surely took no mind of the warnin’.

So life for me just raised the bar this mornin’,

caught me even before I’d know’d I’d been caught

before my eggs, hot coffee,  and my buttered toast was warmin’

my insides as it caught me naked in the middle of the damn street

It surely did, naked without a warnin’.

Yes sir, the rain came early here this mornin’.