STORM




Today I stood in welcome rain, the storm brewing and breaking over the hills.  After months of blue skies we need more rain, the countryside is tinder crisp, the river bed dry stones, the trees and flora thirsting for water. Today was a short burst of refreshing cool and as the season cools and the warm sea holds its heat, we can expect an autumn of heavy rains. I hope they will be good rains, not the destructive force that can affect this area after a hot summer. 


SUNDAY STORM

 

Weeks of summer heat, life adjusts

to sun’s rhythm, if not done before

the fireball starts its westward arc   

the toil can wait another day.

 

Heat blasting rock face, geckos

hide in creviced shade, green fades

to dusty grey as water leaches

from cracked, parched earth.

 

I join the creatures, spend days

holed in cool of thick walled cave,

come alive at night when

owl swoop and bats flitter.

 

Today the season turned,

terracotta chill on bare foot,

dawn air fresh like the nip

of a dewy, caravan morning.

 

Heat steams from tarmac street,

mugginess suffocates,

tension tightens as sweat pours

on a Sunday afternoon.

 

Storm breaks, drops splatter

round as toffee pennies, rush

to close warped shutters, house

sealed before incoming rain.

 

High on roof terrace as forked

sparks cut through charcoal clouds,

tumbling down hillsides like

bubbling burnt sugar.

 

Count the thunder, seconds for

miles as children once chimed,

echo rumbles round valley walls,

sky fractured with drum rolls.

 

Water rains down, cleaning village

streets, washing dust streaked leaves,

refreshing scorched ground as swifts dart

like flocks of iron filings in white sky.

 

Shiver as rain drips down damp skin,

cold welcome as storm’s darkness

ends summer’s excess, autumn rains

cleansing, reviving, renewing. 


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