A little rain wasn’t going
to stop us;
No, we were there to scrape,
to prime the house
to help out, make progress.
Laughing as the rain ran off
the roof
and down my back,
holding the ladder, an
anchor,
for the scraping above me
Noticing that even the
spiders
found places out of the
storm
But we were undaunted, for a
time,
and kept painting in the
rain
until the showers became
ever more serious
Edited May 5, 2013
“Painting in the Rain – v2”
Title 8/8/07 ,
poem started 8/11/07
11:30 , finished August 12, 2007 20:26
“Painting in the Rain”
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church ,
to the Down East Maine
Mission ,
East Machias, ME
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