I remember the rain,
Rain, rain and more rain.

At least, that's the way it seemed,
When I was five.

I didn't understand, quite,
What was going on.

Everyone was hushed,
And spoke in quiet tones,
Not like the usual roar of the house.

My father, usually jovial,
Was sad, or so it seemed..
I think I may have even,
Seen a tear.

Instinctively, I knew,
That I should show,
My sorrow,
And I cried,
And cried,
And cried, and cried some more.

And the rain came down,

The day my granny died.

Dee Daffodil

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