I hope floodrats will accept this in the spirit of umratic sympathy in
which it is offered...

Yes. I remember Adlestrop-
The name, because one afternoon
Of wet the train-engine drowned there
Unmendably. It was monsoon.

The rain hissed. Someone spat an oath.
Nothing left, nothing the same
Of the watery platform. Above the tide
Was Adlestrop - only the name.

No willows, willow-herb, or grass,
No meadowsweet, not a haycock dry,
No whit less grey, more sodden far
Than the low rainclouds in the sky.

And all that night the torrent sang
Close by, and round it, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the floods
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Sid