April Showers – a poem by Enid Blyton


Unfortunately Stef’s piece for this week isn’t ready due to technical issues, so here is a poem I think is just right for this week.

“What, take and umbrella on such a fine day!”
Cried an elf to his mother, and frowned;
“Just look at the sunshine, so golden and gay,
And the sky is quite blue all around!”
Off he went skipping in a new suit of yellow,
But before he had gone very far
There blew up a cloud, an enormous big fellow
(You know what these April clouds are!)
And down came a shower that pelted and stung
And soaked the poor elf; with a sigh
He squeezed out his new suit and carefully hung
The tunic and knickers to dry.
The sun shone out warmly, and dried them again,
But alas! when he tried to get dressed,
He found they had shrunk in the soft April rain –
So he had to walk home in his vest!
And now pray be careful, since April is here,
That  you are not caught like the elf.
Watch out for the clouds, and when they come near
Do hurry and shelter yourself.

Copied from the revised edition of Enid Blyton’s Book of the Year (originally published in Teachers World No.1717 Apr 22, 1936)

I got caught in a few April showers (both rain and hail!) on Friday, though at least I had a waterproof coat on.

An April shower falling on Templeton Woods pond in Dundee on Friday.

An April shower falling on Templeton Woods pond in Dundee on Friday.

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2 Responses to April Showers – a poem by Enid Blyton

  1. Francis says:

    I’ll be taking my umbrella next time I go out – great poem!

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