The fields are flooded in England.

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world
One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly


We are in England, after all!

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain

Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.

Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain
Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.
Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

Tell me it's not, if in fact you ought
It's not the worst poem 'er wrought.
This in fact just cannot be
Rajesh has that honor, most verily.

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain
Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.
Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

Tell me it's not, if in fact you ought
It's not the worst poem 'er wrought.
This in fact just cannot be
Rajesh has that honor, most verily.

Ah, so England, the rain has finally got to me
My inner colours coloured drearily
Light pierced clouds shimmer faintly
as random teardrops are caught mid flight

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain
Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.
Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

Tell me it's not, if in fact you ought
It's not the worst poem 'er wrought.
This in fact just cannot be
Rajesh has that honor, most verily.

Ah, so England, the rain has finally got to me
My inner colours coloured drearily
Light pierced clouds shimmer faintly
as random teardrops are caught mid flight

Trickle my tears on down my cheek
Merging with cold drops of rain
Relief from ache of heart I seek
Warmth of love to end my pain

So is the story of colours in the rain
So smooth and so sleek
Those are the colours of which I speak
Those of which remove stains and releive the pains

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain
Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.
Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

Tell me it's not, if in fact you ought
It's not the worst poem 'er wrought.
This in fact just cannot be
Rajesh has that honor, most verily.

Ah, so England, the rain has finally got to me
My inner colours coloured drearily
Light pierced clouds shimmer faintly
as random teardrops are caught mid flight

Trickle my tears on down my cheek
Merging with cold drops of rain
Relief from ache of heart I seek
Warmth of love to end my pain

So is the story of colours in the rain
So smooth and so sleek
Those are the colours of which I speak
Those of which remove stains and releive the pains

And now another drip joins the refrain.
We don't need reminding of incessant rain!
We're wet without, and I'm now wet within,
I've slurped my beer, it drips off my chin!

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain
Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.
Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

Tell me it's not, if in fact you ought
It's not the worst poem 'er wrought.
This in fact just cannot be
Rajesh has that honor, most verily.

Ah, so England, the rain has finally got to me
My inner colours coloured drearily
Light pierced clouds shimmer faintly
as random teardrops are caught mid flight

Trickle my tears on down my cheek
Merging with cold drops of rain
Relief from ache of heart I seek
Warmth of love to end my pain

So is the story of colours in the rain
So smooth and so sleek
Those are the colours of which I speak
Those of which remove stains and releive the pains

And now another drip joins the refrain.
We don't need reminding of incessant rain!
We're wet without, and I'm now wet within,
I've slurped my beer, it drips off my chin!

Water recedes, and returns in a torrent
Too much water comes to town
Nature now sends a tsunami, I'll warrant
Raging water comes and we all drown

Swim, swim, swim,
Hold on, hang in there
Too much, no strength
Where is my ark?

Edited by Rhymer to remove totally unnecessary and offensive language.

Blow me, rhymer,.

If unknown would like to PM me and explain the need for the words I removed, then I will reconsider their removal.

My concern is to keep the site 'clean' for youngsters - not pure censorship.
Out-of-context usage adds nothing and detracts from the 'sense' or 'context' of the stream of posts to which this was appended.

Rain, rain, go away,
And come back another day,

only the loney

I've waited for this day
just shy of a year
My two fawns were born
there in my arms with tears
For the spring time bloom
in ascending surprise
As heavens infants
were finally mine
My new baby boy
and my flower fresh girl
Still warm from the wowb
As there eyes painted the world
Yet as they took there first breath's
from there tiny little chests
I turned to my wife and sighed
For the love of a mother
and the care of a father
Is for life to live
and live for life benign

Michael Anthony[QUOTE]

I have decided to ignore inputs from unknowns as they tend to be of irregular quality at best. I think the poem is done. I am closing the topic.


Standing in the English Rain

The fields are flooded in England
The rain and tears are indistinguishable
A ray from the sun pierces the cloud overhead
This day might yet bring hope
Brilliant rainbow illuminates my outer world

One colour, two colour, three colour, four....
My symbolic processing mind counts and names
If I were to Trip, would I enjoy the colors more?
No, but I might be able to spell colour properly

Inwardly illuminated I notice my colours running in the rain
Pain. Tis not of strain, so do not disdain of the colours revealed in the rain.
Back to England, flood, this rain does pour
To be witness to this at home, resinged of peace and nothing more

Tell me it's not, if in fact you ought
It's not the worst poem 'er wrought.
This in fact just cannot be
Rajesh has that honor, most verily.

Ah, so England, the rain has finally got to me
My inner colours coloured drearily
Light pierced clouds shimmer faintly
as random teardrops are caught mid flight

Trickle my tears on down my cheek
Merging with cold drops of rain
Relief from ache of heart I seek
Warmth of love to end my pain

So is the story of colours in the rain
So smooth and so sleek
Those are the colours of which I speak
Those of which remove stains and releive the pains

And now another drip joins the refrain.
We don't need reminding of incessant rain!
We're wet without, and I'm now wet within,
I've slurped my beer, it drips off my chin!

Water recedes, and returns in a torrent
Too much water comes to town
Nature now sends a tsunami, I'll warrant
Raging water comes and we all drown