Saturday July 16th, 2016

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: heavy rainfall.

Eleven years ago today Kat and I went on our very first date. We celebrated the occasion by going to the farmers market together. Because, you know, farmers.

We sold out of blackberries and mint plants, all but three of the peaches, and all but five pounds of the nectarines. I also sold eight of my greeting cards. Considering it rained for most of the drive there and absolutely poured rain for a portion of the drive home, I'd say we were supremely lucky to only have a brief drizzle while the market was running.

I also got a very nice surprise, as I received a visit from someone who follows this blog. Yolanda (please forgive me if I got that wrong, it's been a long day) said she hasn't been following as closely recently (it's funny the things that having a young child can do to your free time...) but it was still a treat to chat with her.

So thanks for stopping by to introduce yourself and I hope you're able to find time to drop us a comment and share some of your writing with us again soon!


Windshield wipers on high,
Still could barely see a thing;
Probably should have stopped,
Got lucky and didn't take wing


Greg said...

Happy date-anniversary! If you hadn't been selling things I would have said that the farmers' market made for a sweet date ;-) Still, it sounds like it was a good date given how much you sold and that the rain held off while you were doing so!
Hmm, your poem tells me all I need to know about how heavy that rain was!

Heavy rainfall
Living in mom's basement used to be a drag,
No job, no hope, no money: trying to stay afloat
Then last night we had heavy rainfall...
"Buddy, can you spare a boat?"

Yolanda said...

It was nice to meet you too and see this market i've heard you and others talk about. And yup, it was pouring on our way back to Westbank as well. Looking forward to eating those nectarines we bought from you. Once they soften up they will be devoured. 😊

Marc said...

Greg - thanks :)

Haha, your poem tells a great little tale. Or perhaps it is just the start of an epic adventure!

Yolanda - hello again! Thanks for taking the time to drop us a note (and confirm the spelling of your name!) and I hope those nectarines were as good as I know they can be :)

Also: glad you survived that downpour! That was really quite something.