Wednesday, March 12, 2008


The weather today is actually not so bad in New York, in the 50s, but last night I had a difficult time getting to sleep. I think I only managed about an hour of solid slumber. And I am at work now, so I am feeling a bit obliterated.

Here is a vivid memory, a vain attempt to perk up my spirits.

Chanson de la Pluie

I said, “No thanks,” to Noah,
While crossing 14th Street;
He seemed to be selling umbrellas
Out standing in the sleet.

Most passersby ignored him:
He wore a puffy coat,
A golden clover pendant,
And he coughed, to clear his throat:

Unbrellas, unbrellas, unbrellas!
He coughed again.
Unbrellas, unbrellas, unbrellas!
Unbrellas beat the rain!


Parapluie said...

Funny : why does this song have a french title ?

Shropshirelad said...

I just liked how the French title sounded. Song of the Rain sounds drippy.

Purely a case of linguistic bias.

Thanks for asking!