Blackness gathered from the South,
And lightening crackled down,
I watched agog, open mouthed,
As clouds rolled into town
Minding water restrictions
I took a pot plant out
Hoping in anticipation…
But no rain – nothing – naught
The blackness kept on rolling,
Eastward over my head
“Where do you think your going?
These plants have not been fed!”
Suddenly the sky stood still,
Affronted by my words
It mustered strength, edged up-hill,
Like a fearless flock of birds
I watched the thundering sky,
As cloud heaved back my way
I couldn’t believe my eyes…
Now I worried it would stay!
I threw the door asunder
Screaming as though insane
“Don’t just lightening and thunder!
Rain you bastard! Rain!
I yelled from in the lounge room,
I didn’t dare outside
One lightening strike and BOOM,
I’d injure more than pride
So if you hear faint screaming
On dry but stormy nights
It’s just the crazy gardener,
Yelling with all her might
Photo by Simon Howden http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/view_photog.php?photogid=404
