James King, Eamonn and Friends

Street Theatre, Street Art, Happenings and Lots of Chalk

(in Derry, Ireland and other parts)

A Wet and Windy Day

It was a very wet and somewhat windy day. Eamonn carried a large maroon umbrella. We walked through the streets side by side, singing and chanting positive refrains about the rain. Mostly we drew upon familiar tunes but improvised the words, e.g. "We're happy when its raining" to the tune of "The Farmer Wants a Wife".

You might remember the description of another occasion when four of us sang similarly on Wednesday 5th May. This is not to say that it hasn't rained since, during one of our outings. Eventually we stood on the steps of St. Columb's Hall opposite the taxi queue lined up outside Badger's pub. Some of the staff came out to watch and listen. Quite a number of people gave a bemused or appreciative smile as they passed. Our singing was free-flowing.

Rather than singing in unison we tended to complement each other. Sometimes one of us hold onto a word like "Raaaiiiiiiinnnnn" for what felt like a couple of minutes , while the other would chant, "I love the rain, I love the rain, I love the rain". For variety's sake we serenaded umbrellas for a while; until we moved off again and puddles caught our attention.

RAIN AGAIN

Just laugh at the rain and enjoy the pain, of wet;
Splash through the puddles, run past the huddles, forget.
Hold your brolly high, belly to the sky and hope;
Sing gay words of fun and stick out your tongue, elope.

Put dogs on a lead, and move at great speed, without,
Lug big shopping bags, and tramp on the flags then shout;
Drip drip all the day, scorn old gravity and thought;
Cloud over sky, be impoverished and buy - get caught.

Buy and then buy more, drips of cash the core, of debt;
Give yourself some grief - equanimity's thief, you bet;
Make it a habit, self-blame the rabbit, a game;
Or catch yourself on, sing songs when your' wrong, no blame.

Be free to blogee, stay nowfully be, have fun;
Skosh thim as pearl grin, play never win; you've won.
Triple the ripple, sun milks the nipple, give birth
To your magic self, the ego-less elf - be worth

smiling figure swamped by letters DEBT made of coins

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