Stormy Weather
This week we had a warning, news, images, speculation
A storm will come to us from the west, strong, hard, angry
And so we waited, breath held, how strong, damaging? Fearful maybe
The sky foreboding, clouds fast and deep dark blue and grey
Then it starts, rain, trees begin to shake, branches waving, then falling
Watching geese trying to land in a field, with flailing wings eventually coming to ungraceful rest
The wind gathers strength, howling, coupled with dusk it magnifies effect
Surrounds us, envelopes us, gathering speed, louder as our local world is buffeted
Shaken house, listening to banging shutters, was that a branch on the roof?
Unending noise, as we lay in bed warm protected, yet feelings of a vulnerable life
We cannot control this power of nature, only trust that we are safe
Awed by the might of this storm as it holds sway over us
Hour after hour it rages, plays havoc with the land, scouring all before it
Somehow, we sleep, the tempest outside our window
Until we wake, to blue skies, sun, all revealed to us, the evidence of the night
Exposed in the light of day, remains of trees cleaned of dead wood coat the ground
Clouds still scudding, fast as a jet across the sky and then as our world darkens
It begins once more, a return of the wind, the rain, the roar brief, and then still
We must be in the eye of the storm, waiting for the next instalment
Of the stormy weather.
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