Puddle Jumping

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A tornado warning

in the morning

makes for a cautious day,

a rainbow of umbrellas

feebly joining in the fray

against the wind’s ill-tempered yawning.

Most are huddled ‘neath an awning,

but the ladies and their fellas

share umbrellas

anyway.

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  1. And the Dadster reposts in traditional ‘60s style:

    “Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say

    Please share my umbrella.

    Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows

    Under my umbrella.

    All that summer we enjoyed it,

    Wind and rain and shine.

    That umbrella, we employed it

    By August, she was mine.

    Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.

    Sometimes she’d shopped and she would show me what she bought.

    Other people stared as if we were both quite insane.

    Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.

    That’s the way the whole thing started.

    Silly but it’s true.

    Thinkin’ of a sweet romance

    Beginning in a queue.

    Came the sun the ice was melting,

    No more sheltering now.

    Nice to think that that umbrella

    Led me to a vow.

    Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop.

    Sometimes she’d shopped and she would show me what she bought.

    Other people stared as if we were both quite insane.

    Someday my name and hers are going to be the same.

    Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say

    Please share my umbrella.

    Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows

    Under my umbrella

    All that summer we enjoyed it

    Wind and rain and shine.

    That umbrella, we employed it.

    By August, she was mine.

    Gratefully acknowledging the craft of Graham Gouldman, erstwhile of the Hollies (and 10cc) for his delightful lyrics from 1966!

    Who says Boomers didn’t know how to be romantic?

    Love,

    The Dadster

    (Who still says, “So much depends upon a yellow wheelbarrow, bespeckled by mud, parked beside the garage door.”) (Thank you, W. C. Williams!)

    • Well, The Dadster, you have been responsible for “Bus Stop” playing in my head All. Day. Long! That, and “Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress)”. It’s been a Hollies kind of day.

      • “Saturday night I was downtown,
        Workin’ for the FBI.
        Sittin’ in the midst of bad men.
        Whiskey bottles pilin’ high.
        Boozin’ and cruisin’ on the West Side,
        For the people who was doin’ wrong.
        Just about to call up the DA man,
        When I heard this woman singin’ a song.”

        Yep–1972. Hollies.

        “She was a long, cool woman in a black dress.
        Just a 5-9 beautiful tall.
        With just one look I was a bad mess,
        ‘Cause that long, cool woman had it all!”

        But then,
        “Sometimes,
        All I need is the air that I breathe!”

        Back then, musicians were actually musicians; and lyricists actually knew how to tell a story with the songs they crafted.

        Your little brother–the pest! 🙂

        • Oh, yes, little bro … we can claim some of the greats: Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Paul Simon, Donovan, John Lennon — just to name a tiny few. Oh, and let’s not forget those unforgettable The Archies and “Sugar, Sugar”. Love you “no longer a pest” little brother.

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