There’s a Scottish rain poem which most visitors to the west coast will come across at least once during their stay as it hangs in many pubs, guest houses and receptions across Argyll.
I know it as the Argyll Rain Poem and here it is:
It rained and rained and rained,
The average was well maintained:
And when our fields were simply bogs,
It started raining cats and dogs.
After a drought of half an hour,
There came a most refreshing shower;
And then the queerest thing of all,
A gentle rain began to fall.
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