The Sobbing Skies
Raise downcast eyes to the sobbing skies,
To the swirling hues of grey.
An outstretched palm unfurls,
releasing rivers; wild, at play.
There are no bounds to the pounding sounds,
From the waterfalls of wrath.
To splash in puddles, nonchalant,
Along the winding path.
Concentric ripples from earthbound tipples
In muddy pools of pain,
Beaten by each hammered drop
Of pelting, sunken rain.
Haul sopping, dreary, wet and weary
And sodden clothing, soaked to skin,
Through squelching water chutes.
Don’t be fooled by the dripping jewels,
That hang from every bough,
They’re sparkling diamond droppers,
For the precious here and now.
8th May 2019
It’s been a while since we’ve had some heavy rain. However, it’s pretty dramatic when you’re out walking in it! Luckily, I’ve missed most of it whilst on my travels, this past couple of days, but there have been many times when I’ve arrived home ultra squelchy!