To celebrate our marvellous weather, a poem published at the rather lovely Æolian Revue.
Dizzied in the vertigo of clouds,
Falling through colours balanced in the air,
As the trees pay lip service to the wind.
Rain for thinking.
Swollen rain absorbing
The light, the colours, and splaying them on
Cracked-backed garden chairs, causing concussion
And bright spots before the eyes, soon rendering
Us Amnesiac, dry, until the sky stumbles again.