February rain - 2014
I like the soft rain that gently bathes
my tired skin with liquid silk.
I like the full blown lazy rain softly emptying
its wide spaced drops into the pool
where six humped golden orfe wheel and play,
timid tadpoles hide amongst the reeds
and pale water lilies shimmer in the gentle shower.
I like the tough regimented squalls that beat
a brisk reveille on rusting tin roofs
of old allotment huts, summoning their owners away
to the comfort of the pub and their noon day pint.
I like the anxious hurrying rain
sweeping undeterred across the high moor,
flattening the purple heather into a deep carpet,
replenishing warm languorous streams
who sing through the summer
in an unique rustic chorus with the the watery trill
of the chic white and black ring ouzel,
and the elegant grey merlin’s imperious screech.
I like the fine mizzle and the silent mists of October
that caress the Fluted White camellia,
cloak with liquid lace the purple Autumn crocus
and weave a glistening crown around a dark red rose.
The meandering Jet Stream has plunged deep south,
and sharply swung north again, like a great cosmic ribbon
swirling madly above the ocean, bundling together
unending storms of bitter rain and cruel gales.
Today’s icy downpour stings skin and eyes,
scythes through the sunshine gold japonica,
shatters the simple beauty of the gentle hellebore,
and pulps the last head of the blue hydrangea.
It brings flood and devastation to land and coast,
houses inundated, winter crops laid waste,
pastures six feet under water, stock drowned.
As rivers undredged burst through their crumbling banks
and old sea walls are swept away by wind and tide,
power lines fall victims to unremitting storms,
and thousands endure long cold and cheerless days.
While politicians and public servants wrangle,
men and women count the terrible cost
of homes destroyed, livelihoods and lives
lost to the inevitable coming of this
festival of unholy ruin.
And I begin to see how powerless
we have become in the face of this, our world’s chaos
which we ourselves have done so much to cause.
May God and our children forgive us.