I’m often inspired by the weather. The tropical heat we’ve been having in the UK is quite unusual, so naturally we’ve all been talking about it – a lot. I hope you enjoy this poem that I wrote during one of the many storms this week.
White water is dripping at the window,
A spiral downpour knocks my door.
I take a breath of heavy heat,
As the land waits with baited awe.
Will the storm throw in the towel?
Or continue its battle with the sky?
A rumble shakes my bones,
As I exhale moisture into the unknown.
I spy a light in the sky,
With my little eye I wonder.
What secrets water holds,
As it moves in cycles and groans.
I step outside into silence,
The leaves are moist with memories.
And across the sodden ground I uncoil,
The water has left footprints in the soil.