If you had grown up around our Dad’s sense of humor, comments like this were an everyday thing. He had a terrific quick imagination and I seized every opportunity to collaborate with him for writing…especially poetry. He could rhyme the most unlikely words, and you just HAD to believe them. Well this is a poem that we wrote together one rainy night when I was nine or ten years old… So try and look at it from my point of view at that age.
I have re-written some of the lines…not content… and it was published in a children’s magazine in 2007, but I clearly remember the night the original was drafted. It was a dark and rainy night and I didn’t want to go upstairs to bed, so Mom let me stay up and sit at the kitchen table. I had my notebook & I asked Dad what I should write about. He was playing Solitaire. It was boring to me because of the pouring rain all day & night and I hadn’t been outside or with my friends…yadda, yadda…whine…whine.
He pulled back the curtain as we sat there and peered out into the black night. I could feel the wheels on his ‘imagination bus’, just turning.
He suggested: “Write about how hard it’s raining!”
“But rain is rain,” I said, whine, whine. Not according to Dad. He told me EVERY rainfall was different. Anything can happen.
He looked out again and said: “Now, did you SEE that?”
I leaned over and looked out. Of course now the window was fogged up from us breathing on it! Mom was busy ironing in the other room. All I saw was rain drizzling down the window.
Dad quietly said: “Write about Kangaroos.”
He had my attention now. “WHAT?”
“I do believe it’s raining hard enough to bring Kangaroos all the way here from down under! That hasn’t happened for quite awhile so you’d better write about it. This might be important news one day.” I looked and looked, and wiped the window with my sleeve. Couldn’t see EVEN ONE!
Dad put his finger to his lips an glanced over my head. “Your Ma didn’t see them the last time …either.” I understood. I didn’t run to tell her our exciting news.. She was listening to “The Red Skelton Show’ or something like that.
So we began…
Late one night…While asleep in bed…
I woke up to noises… Above my head!
When I looked out… Then did I see…
KANGAROOS! Raining down past me!
They hit the ground… And then bounced quite high…
How could they be RAINING? From the sky?
I was going downstairs… With the news…
But I heard Ma yell: “STOP MAKING NOISE WITH THOSE SHOES!”
“That’s NOT me jumping,” I tried to say.
“Ma, come to the window… Right away!”
Oh sure. Just as soon as SHE looked outside…
All the KANGAROOS… Went to hide.
“Now that is it!” She yelled at me.
“KANGAROOS? Could NEVER be!
Get upstairs… And into your bed!
Shake those ideas… Out of your head!
Why do you make up stories like these?
Turn out the light… AND go to sleep…PLEASE!”
So I went upstairs…. Got into my bed…
Peeking through my window…A KANGAROO….said…
“This is a night…You’ll remember FOREVER!
That anything can happen…IN RAINY WEATHER!”
Well that KANGAROO was right….I haven’t forgotten that night…AND…I hope I do remember it FOREVER!
Good one, DAD…Thanks for the memory, Love South Paw