What story does the rain have to tell In water pattering from the sky Till the gasping ground thirstily gulps Its relief after endless drought What message is there In the singing of raindrops As they drum on the roof Pour from the downpipe Pelt against the windows In an orchestra of percussion What does…
Bare-branched trees guard an old cobbled roadStones gleam wetly in the lantern lightDark clouds hang low full of storm and thunderYou breathe moisture in the ice-cold airWalking briskly, bundled in winter clothesThat don’t quite keep out the frigid nightLights from house windows behind their gatesGlow warm, inviting, promising cosy fires, slippers, hot chocolateYou see home…
Looking at the sky, I wonder Do clouds smell like rain Or is it the heavy scent Of maybe-rain, not yet realised Waterlogged air laden with potential Hearing, distant, a low rumble of thunder Like a knock on the door Heralding an imminent arrival And then, a single drop spatters on the ground The way…
Dust devil dervishes Follow the gazing hare Running through the long grass Running through the heather Running through the in between where sky and water meet Misty fingers creep across the land Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow Like the heart of country lost in city grey Rain follows, stilling the dust…
What’s the point of an umbrella Held over a soaking head by a stranger On a very wet day That ship has sailed, surely This body could not be any wetter Were it to jump in a swimming pool So, what’s the point of an umbrella To share a shelter with someone who has…
Eclectic Assemblage 