Sticky wet mud lined the path,
Sometimes thick as treacle sticking
To boots sliding in the downpour,
Puddles inviting you to enter their
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Well, it seems it is serious when it rains in Wales. Excellent poem. I think I'm soaking wet
A beautiful poem with superb imagery.Liked these lines, to wit: 'Unhappy clouds wait To throw their heavy load sneering At the earth below with contempt.