RAINDROP BLUES
by Jenny S Stewart

Mind, some moarnins lookin oot id's fairly dry,
Dinna fall for'd, hev a lookie at e sky,
Fou'some black clouds formin legion,
Set till poor doon on wur region,
Nivvur fails, thur's eye a drop or twa o rain.

Fowk come up here in e summer for a break,
Dinna ken fit kinna clothane they should take,
Airmed wi sandals an thin suits,
Fit they need's thur welly boots,
A good strong raincoat an sou'wester for e rain.

Thur's nothin worse than drivin rain richt in yur feyss,
Ye watch yur five quid hair-do turn till meyss,
Salty raindrops blin' yur eyes,
Black mascara cheekies dyes,
Ye end up lek a clown wi all iss rain.

Ah heard at if id disna dry up soon,
(Mind id's gossip at ah heard here in e toon)
Bairns will soon be poppin oot,
Wi a personal weet-suit,
Kitted oot fey heyd till feet till combat rain!