One misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man
Clothed all in leather;
Clothed all in leather,
With cap under his chin,—
How do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again!
Misty, moisty words have been playing in my head all day. We awoke to such a morning; not pouring rain nor thunderstorms, just a mist, barely there except to feel the wetness after being outdoors for any length of time. A dampness to the skin and a fooling with the hair kind of day. I don’t remember where I first heard of misty, moisture weather, I just know I’m apt to say it so on a day like today.
I did what many inquisitive folks do these days, I googled it – misty, moisty weather – and there it was, a nursery rhyme of days long, long ago. I must have heard it perched upon a lap, or read it to a wee someone on my lap, and there it sits, forevermore, in my brain and on my lips on grey and dark days like today.
How about you? Have you a rhyme or riddle song that just pops out when the sun is out or the north wind blows or a book ends?