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foto my alfa in the rain at raleigh 2013
The Rain Gauge
Some metres from the house yard
Stood a galvanized rain gauge
Collecting dust and spiders
To record on history’s page.
Some years it’s been an asset
Rain filling up the gauge
Lost the post beneath it
When over fire did rage
It’s new home a cut off pine tree
A remnant from the fire
It sat there leaning slightly
Some rain it did desire
Funnel spread toward the heavens
Housing beetles dry and hard
The boss cursed and drained it contents
Mostly insects to discard
For mostly it’s been droughty
The rain droplets very few
I suppose those frosty mornings
It’s gathered up the dew
At times it’s measured downpours
Like in Janu’ry last year
When rain poured down in torrents
The creek of gums to clear
The white ants ate that post out
The gauge toppled to the ground
“Bugger all this waiting
I’ll no longer be around!”
by Jenny McInnis
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 