I remember the rain, <br />Rain, rain and more rain. <br /> <br />At least, that's the way it seemed, <br />When I was five. <br /> <br />I didn't understand, quite, <br />What was going on. <br /> <br />Everyone was hushed, <br />And spoke in quiet tones, <br />Not like the usual roar of the house. <br /> <br />My father, usually jovial, <br />Was sad, or so it seemed.. <br />I think I may have even, <br />Seen a tear. <br /> <br />Instinctively, I knew, <br />That I should show, <br />My sorrow, <br />And I cried, <br />And cried, <br />And cried, and cried some more. <br /> <br />And the rain came down, <br /> <br />The day my granny died.<br /><br />Dee Daffodil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-my-granny-died/
