Poets | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
February 19th, 2017 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 321,198 comments.
James Whitcomb Riley - Wet-weather Talk

It hain't no use to grumble and complane;
        It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. --
When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,
        W'y rain's my choice.

Men ginerly, to all intents --
        Although they're apt to grumble some --
Puts most theyr trust in Providence,
        And takes things as they come --
                That is, the commonality
                Of men that's lived as long as me
                Has watched the world enugh to learn
                They're not the boss of this concern.

With some, of course, it's different --
        I've saw young men that knowed it all,
And didn't like the way things went
        On this terrestchul ball; --
                But all the same, the rain, some way,
                Rained jest as hard on picnic day;
                Er, when they railly wanted it,
                It mayby wouldn't rain a bit!

In this existunce, dry and wet
        Will overtake the best of men --
Some little skift o' clouds'll shet
        The sun off now and then. --
                And mayby, whilse you're wundern who
                You've fool-like lent your umbrell' to,
                And want it -- out'll pop the sun,
                And you'll be glad you hain't got none!

It aggervates the farmers, too --
        They's too much wet, er too much sun,
Er work, er waitin' round to do
        Before the plowin' 's done:
                And mayby, like as not, the wheat,
                Jest as it's lookin' hard to beat,
                Will ketch the storm -- and jest about
                The time the corn's a-jintin' out.

These-here cy-clones a-foolin' round --
        And back'ard crops! -- and wind and rain! --
And yit the corn that's wallerd down
        May elbow up again! --
                They hain't no sense, as I can see,
                Fer mortuls, sech as us, to be
                A-faultin' Natchur's wise intents,
                And lockin' horns with Providence!

It hain't no use to grumble and complane;
        It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. --
When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,
        W'y, rain's my choice.

Share |

Added: Nov 11 2004 | Viewed: 566 times | Comments and analysis of Wet-weather Talk by James Whitcomb Riley Comments (1)

Wet-weather Talk - Comments and Information

Poet: James Whitcomb Riley
Poem: Wet-weather Talk
Volume: Complete Works
Year: Published/Written in 1916

Comment 1 of 1, added on March 10th, 2006 at 11:15 PM.

In our small elementary school, we learn poetry by practicing a poem each morning until we know it by heart. This poem has become one of our favorites.

James Hughes from United States

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Wet-weather Talk, has received one comment so far. Click here to read it, and perhaps post a comment of your own.

Poem Info

Riley Info
Copyright © 2000-2015 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links