Dancing In The Rain Short Story

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I grew up in the land of rain, grey, cold and damp. That’s why Mary Poppins with her ‘brolly’ descended to cheer us up and sprinkle a teaspoonful of her magical sugar over our magnificent gardens to ensure they were the envy of the world. London rain was not the steamy, humidity of the tropical Rain Forest or the monsoons that drove Joan Crawford insane in ‘Rain’. London rain prevented us from wearing white. Our rain drops burgeoned with soot from all the chimneys Mary’s boyfriend tried to keep clean. Dirty raindrops were not visible on our drab black and brown clothing. The season of our malcontent had begun. Burberry’s became famous for their raingear; ‘Macintoshes’ aka ‘Macs’. Thanks to the Duke of Wellington our feet were …show more content…

Maybe Gene couldn’t fathom why we were unable to conquer the annual invasion of the ‘black brollys’. Trust me we huddled shivering masses didn’t splash gleefully in puddles Singing and Dancing in the Rain.’ 197 THE MYSTERY OF YA’KNOW VERY WELL Professor Henry Higgins didn’t know his ass from his elbow when he demanded, “Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?” Poor Eliza Doolittle was driven to distraction with his ‘words, words, words. Surely the professor was referring to dialect and elocution and not adverbs, adjectives, dangling participles and predicates? No other language proffers a mangled, convoluted, confusing grammatical mess, only the English. English is my native tongue, born and raised in London, England I learned to ‘speak’ beautifully. My diction and modulated tones were perfect. However, grammar was a nightmare, worse than algebra and calculus. The confusion began when the headmaster at school sternly announced, “Very well, you are to be punished”. My trembling outstretched palm awaited the sting of his lethal cane. My crime; an outburst of inappropriate laughter during

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