The floods of 2007

My Writing Magazine this months suggested we write a rhyming poem about an occasion which had been badly affected by the weather. What else could I do but write about our wedding day,  the day the heavens opened and Gloucestershire flooded. 

We'd planned all year to make it just right

Not knowing the rain was just biding its time,

To let loose its fury in the dark of the night

And scupper those plans for a day quite sublime. 

The limo turned up,  windscreen fan broken,

Impossible to see as we set off in the rain

We held hands in the back, few words were spoken

As my sister wiped it clear, again and again. 

To the Register Office we dashed dodging the puddles, 

Our guests were already seated inside,

So no photos were taken of the disheveled arrival

Of the pale-faced groom and his dripping bride. 

Then back to the pub where our breakfast was waiting

Too wet to take photos in the garden as planned

The rain had set in with no sign of abating

We squashed into the bar, champagne in each hand. 

Our evening party should have been in our garden - 

We'd hoped it would be rather nice in July - 

The gazebos and shelters were quickly abandoned

But our guests were just happy to be in the dry. 

Umbrellas and wellies replaced sunhats and sandals

Few photos have captured the chaos that day,

But we'll never forget the day Gloucestershire flooded

On our ridiculously rainy, wet wedding day.  

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