I set off for a walk one rainy night.
I noticed that I was not getting wet.
How odd, I thought, are my clothes watertight?
Just boots and jeans and shirt, red flannelette.
I gazed up at the trees above to check
if they might be protecting me - but no -
it was so dark that I could not detect
their leaves and anyway, what would this show?
The thing is it was clearly raining hard.
Ahead, behind, the ground was all a-jolt.
But still my shirt, my skin remained unmarred.
and then it struck me like a thunderbolt.
Though the wind might blow and it might hail,
Married now, I’m Mrs Russell Drysdale.
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