If you looked at my sodden garden now, you would understand why these words flow. Apologies to Shakespeare. I again say: "I haven't plagiarised your words" only copied your style - so don't haunt me tonight. This is Feste's farewell in Twelfth Night. He was one of the most charming of Shakespeare's fools and I sometimes think the only really sane character. I think that underneath the reference to the weather is the message of man's downfall - brought about by women, bit by bit according to Shakespeare. I think that our downfall is that we're not taking enough care of our environment - but that's another piece for non fiction I guess. I may also be hinting at the fact that our existence seems trouble free when we are children, but when we reach teenage years the storm clouds arrive. When you arrive at adulthood, the full extent of the problems of the world are brought to you. The "Oh what a shame" doesn't mean I'm not happy with being an adult, but adults are made aware of the full extent of the problems of the world and are capable of changing things, but don't. Childish innocence is bliss.
William Shakespeare wrote:
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.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
,'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still 'had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world began,
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.
-- William Shakespeare
I write:
FOR THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY
When that I was but a little tiny child
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
The sky was blue, the gold sun smiled –
And the rain it raineth just some days.
I soon became a teenage lass
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain –
I disturbingly discovered – ah, alas –
That rain falls down on many a day.
I became an adult – oh what a shame!
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain
Our climate’s changed and it's we to blame.
Now the rain it raineth every day.
Copyright 2008
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Written by Fledermaus (3238 comments posted) 21st January 2008 | And meanwhile time seems to go faster and faster. As a kid five minutes seemed an age, now I wake up to find I'm perhaps closer to 30 than to 25...
But then, I think people's memories are often selective. And since you seem to me like a very happy, optimistic person, you may simply mainly remember the sunny days.
Must say the weather is pretty depressing lately. I thought I liked rain and storm, but after my holiday it seems everything is so grey and dull over here... No blue skies, no blooming flowers and even the people seem grim and cynical. I really hope I can keep some of the optimism and happiness I had when I came back...
Liked your poem. | Fledermaus
Written by Josie (2732 comments posted) 21st January 2008 | | Fledermaus, what you have said is exactly what I meant. You remember the sunny days (the happy days) of childhood, and when you are a child, every day seems a sunny day (unless really awful things are happening in your life). For example, we were talking about this subject today. Although Mike and I were born in the war, and were children old enough to hear of the horrors of it just after the war, our worlds were small because children are only concerned with the here and now. My parents walked with me to West Bay, Bridport. The fields were full of tanks etc getting ready to go to Dunkirk. I showed signs of excitement and they expected I would say something about this, but my main interest was in the cows in the next field: "Look Mummy - Cows!" My little granddaughter comes to the phone now, and her news is all about what she has done at nursery school, which is "sunny news" because that is her small world. In my poem I am trying to explain that as we get older, the dark clouds begin to drift in - in our minds, too. |
Written by Phil (6645 comments posted) 21st January 2008 | And when I moved across the hills
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
From pure white rose to bleedin' red,
The rain it p*sseth down every day.
Phil. | Phil -
Written by Josie (2732 comments posted) 21st January 2008 | | Oh dear! It seems a pity that you didn't write this poem first of all. I told myself that if I never had another review, even one saying "rubbish" - then I would surely get one from you. But you know, I think that the amount of rain we have had today has even topped Lancashire. I've got to get out of this - by boat! The ducks think we've provided them with their own swimming pool in the back garden! ha ha |
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