The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Aug 6, 2003
Wet
'Il pleut dans mon coeur1' writes the poet,
Lamenting loves lost or tossed aside,
Or opportunities ignored and then regretted,
Elusive as a sunny morning.
'Il pleut dans mon âme2' he continues,
As if he could step outside his body,
As if love, that fair-weather friend,
Had taken up residence in gentler climates.
But the heart is where the action is,
Battered by squalls and changeable weather,
Lit by unexpected lightning.
Coup de foudre3! A thunderclap!
He runs eagerly into the storm,
Unaware he'll once again get soaked.
1Translation: It is raining in my heart.2Translation: It is raining in my soul.3Translation: A bolt from the blue; love at first sight.
