For three days now, the Powers That Be
Have threatened heavy storms and rain
The dark clouds roll in from the sea
And angry rumblings make this plain.
The sticky heat has not abated
Electric tension fills the air
The deluge which is long awaited
Is held back in the stratosphere.
Out on the terrace wilting plants
Desperate for a morning drink
Their leaves a-quiver – febrile rain dance
As if they sense we’re on the brink.
But still no drop – we feel we’re trapped
Mother Nature’s playing games
When will we hear that thunder clap
That heralds the onset of the rains?
(c) Poet in the woods 2013