Imprisoned!

«On red alert» seems a strange term
But in weather terms we live and learn
After a spell of burning days
With the thermometer ablaze

And records broken, Belgium fries;
Torrential rains now greet our eyes!
Those rolls of thunder, darkening sky
Will bring us cool relief, we sigh...

But Nature holds us up to scorn
No sooner do the droplets spawn
Than a noisy avalanche ensues
It rains all day – and makes the news!

Parched plants, soaked now in puddled swill
As gravel swooshes down my hill ...
No respite from this wet onslaught
Unsafe to go outside, I'm fraught!

A whole day stuck behind four walls
Like in the tropics, action stalls
I check - all windows firmly closed
When can I venture out? Who knows?

(c) Poet in the woods 2019