rain rain go away

the poet and i are
with the monks
up the road
it rained steadily all the way here
belting in fact
like an answer to prayer
flood waters
a mother berating a child
this rain
what are you doing?
asks the poet
writing on my blog i say
i was made for afternoons she muses
and returns to her barbie google searching
she is doing well here at the abbey
sat quietly during prayers n lunch'
baited and laughed with one of the monks
who baited teased and laughed with her
it is good to stop here
amidst the rain n bells n prayer
as the term begins once again
a term which will bring great changes
n challenges to me
but
bring it on i say...
during the week i picked up some finished mixes of me and a mates
musical voyages
n low and behold
it rocks
it rolls
its manna from heaven for
heavy human souls
you will love it freends
you really truly absolutely will
i'll post a bit soon for ya all
now a sleep
and a sing
lovely.