Saturday, 30 April 2011

Waiting for a storm

There's a threatening sense in the air,
The trees are whispering fervently,
"It'sss comingggg"...

The parched ground is ready,
The thirsty leaves looking to the sky,
Still innocently blue and clear.

But there is a promise of heavy drops
Before the night is out,
As thunder approaches on the breeze...


  1. It's all beautiful, and it will pass and become even better.

  2. It never materialised last night, very disappointing... it had all the potential.

  3. After last weeks devastation in the shouth, I'm not looking forward to our usual stormy weather.

    But you spoke to yours very lovely here.


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