Stormy weather
A poem of winter in Australia
There’s something brewing in the air
the isobars are tightening,
faint rumbles rock in the sky,
followed by white lightening.
The dog cowers and disappears,
storm clouds amass and feast,
we’re in for stormy weather
the rain gods have released.
Hello, hello we’re in a low,
down here on the south coast,
the Bay’s affray and boiling,
the storm gods scream and boast.
The rain’s sometimes relentless,
as winds reach gale force
we’re shuttered for the long haul
until she completes her course.
The drum of rain on the roof,
reaches a new crescendo,
the tattoo of the wind and rain
only increase in tempo.
Then soon as it has started,
the low system passes over
I open shuttered windows
and whistle distraught Rover.
Sun leaks through the broken clouds,
with luck we’ll get a breather
and knuckle down and clear the track,
the remains of stormy weather.
©
David Rudder
16th July 2020
Thank you for reading.
