Photo-a-Day  (Tuesday, 28th March, 2023)

How wonderful to see the rain that always brings me joy ,
I never get depressed about , like when I was a boy ,
You didn’t then , you’d laugh with it ,
soaked a sopping wet
and every puddle that we splashed ,
brings smiles I won’t forget .
On the bus we’d write the mist,
as tears ran down the pane ,
but not from any sadness brought ,
but laughter in the rain ..
Springs to mind now and then ,
how a child did see ,
Innocent eyes viewed back then ,
Like rain from clouds
.....set free..

I like this Dennis . Top deck Impressionism. It looks like a Gregory Thielker painting .

You could have put your windscreen wiper on, Dennis.
Very hard to get my bearings with this one.

Reminds me of The Beach Boy’s longest song…it looks like rain.
Pitter patter pitter patter……..drip, drop, drip, drop… good job you were under cover Dennis. Any opportunity for a photo…

Arthur, I was puzzled too. I always like to look from where the photographer was. Google street view makes it easy.
Nice one Dennis.

Sums up Wigan's future at the moment........ miserable, unclear and blurred round the edges! (That's just my opinion on the seemingly uncertain future of our much-loved town, by the way, NOT a comment on Dennis's photo).
I always enjoy seeing Dennis's photos.

Love it.

I had never heard of Gregory Thielker Poet, so I
Googled him after reading your comment.
I must say he does a much better job of doing with paint what I was trying to do with photography.

How wonderful to see the rain that always brings me joy ,
I never get depressed about , like when I was a boy ,
You didn’t then , you’d laugh with it ,
soaked a sopping wet
and every puddle that we splashed ,
brings smiles I won’t forget .
On the bus we’d write the mist,
as tears ran down the pane ,
but not from any sadness brought ,
but laughter in the rain ..
Springs to mind now and then ,
how a child did see ,
Innocent eyes viewed back then ,
Like rain from clouds
.....set free..

An unusual photo Dennis, is this from your wet period collection, its a good study of raindrops.

'e' your poem is like a bus, wait for one and you get two, though great all the same - like a Pendleton's Twicer!