*** Storm Drain Blues
We're still cleaning up from flooding. My neighbor's yard gnome is stuck in the storm drain outside my house. I tried to save him as he floated by, but my cat had decided at that moment that the best way to escape the rain was to climb inside my raincoat collar. It took 10 minutes and a layer of epidermis to peel him off. By the time I got to the drain Mr Gnome was wedged firmly and wouldn't budge an inch.
I do go out every hour or so and talk to yard gnome. I tell him not to worry. Help is on the way. I pat his little plastic head and tell him how lucky he is that he didn't end up at the end of the Cul De Sac as flat as a pancake like our other neighbor's ceramic garden nymph.
Such a shame that. I think they may have been dating. Mr Gnome just keeps staring down towards the Cul De Sac with a plastic smile on his face. As if he is determined to carry on even in the face of love's loss and tragedy. I've gained a whole new respect for this eight inch plastic man. His strength and determination are an inspiration.
Not sure if Mr. Gnome is going to make it, but I'm going with the flow.
Like he did.
Except I don't bob.
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain
The Rain ~~ Robert Creely
Rooting for Mr. Gnome here.