It has been raining here for days now, and the weathermen tell us it is going to rain for days more. I can't say that I love dreary weather, for it's only enjoyable to me if I'm out in it. Mere overcast is not enough, either, as there must be a light mist falling and fogs wrapping up about the trees.

             An De Fluich



O! the world wears a Gaelic mood-

A deep mood, a gray-blued mood

All throughout and within her life

Thriving- here Gaelic corseted curve is rife

Of rained-tree wrought with water

Thrown up and under the dim rain-halter

Fog staved and fog blurnished

And all is swept, swept and burnished

With Gaelic rain and with Gaelic shroud

Here yaupon whispers not over-loud

Weighed down with life and watered-brow

Here the soft leaows are now

Softer yet, yet set quick-yare

And birds call forth from rain-holt lair

Of brushed leaf borne with fog-

         All is kegged and embowered, shunted over and shaughed

         Neath Gaelic mood, over the world- brief yet- broods.   

An De Fluich is Gaelic for "the wet day", if I'm recalling correctly. Fluich- flook- sounds lovely anyway.