The Weather Clock

When Joan came swinging out the sun would shine;
But boot-and-mackintoshed Darby prophesied rain.

Sun buttering a patch on the kitchen floor
Told Joan it was right she had left her narrow door;

Rain in cataracts descending fast
Confirmed old Darby's gloomy forecast.

Sun plus rain? The most mixed-up weather
The ill-matched couple were never seen out together.

At most they would stand aloof, each at a door,
Like neighbours who were not speaking any more.

But when the household children lay asleep,
Did they still their polar distance keep?

I tell you this! says Joan. I tell you that!
Says Darby. Perhaps they fought like dog and cat?

Or with all differences reconciled
Sat together by their fire, and smiled

To think how little other people knew
Of what went on when they were out of view.

Soon the house would wake; the frost flowers fade;
And the children rise and inspect their strict parade.

Ruth Dallas.

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