It all started as a small tiff; it began with a drizzle but turned into a heavy downpour.

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It all started with a small tiff
Between me and my wife,
Just because I sniffed at
A small saving that her lovely mother left,
To start with it was dark and cloudy,
Then she began it  with a drizzling
Followed by a heavy thunder,
Though I was ready to meekly surrender,
She tore my white flag asunder,
Heavily she began raining,
With a heavy downpour,
Making the entire house inundated,
I got fully drenched,
I had no one else to help,
To bail me out from the flood,
Nor I could swim across it ahead,
How long the rain would go on,
No one was there to forecast on,
My sufferings went all day long,
At last the night came on,
Though my eyes were closing on,
My ears were still wide open,
I could still hear something going on,
It was just raining on and on!

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  • Deep Blue on Jul 4, 2009

    You could soften her nonetheless, women like to be treated special by accepting you have done wrong. BTW, nice poem, I thought there was low pressure, it was rather indoors.

  • Darla Smith on Jul 4, 2009

    Interesting poem.

  • George W Whitehead on Jul 4, 2009

    It never rains, but it pours!

  • clay hurtubise on Jul 4, 2009

    Storm Brewing! lol, you used the same image I did a while back!
    Good piece, hopefully sunshine and calm winds are in the forecast!
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • sandie on Jul 4, 2009

    stay under cover until the storm subsides, then brave the elements.

  • Daisy Peasblossom on Jul 4, 2009

    Sounds like you for sure said the wrong thing! You’ll have to hunt for something extra special by way of apology.

  • chitragopi on Jul 5, 2009

    As usual subtle humour and intense words. beautiful piece. thank u

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