Rainy Day Rugby

A rugby pitch in misty haze,
The rain falls soft in steady sprays,
A glistening green beneath the skies,
Where every droplet softly flies.

The ball bounces low, then skips so high,
Through puddles where the echoes lie,
The muddy trails that feet will trace,
A dance of strength, of speed, and grace.

The world is hushed, the air is pure,
As droplets on the turf endure,
A silent beauty, raw and true,
The rugby pitch, in rain, anew.

Scott Ferrara

Beyond statistics and analysis, The Big Guy will bring stories from the field to life. Expect vivid descriptions of pivotal moments, dramatic turns of events, and personal stories from players that add emotional depth to the article.

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