That the drought broke in almost auspicious
ways didn’t surprise; she came after a great
tho dispassionate spell where we didn’t rant
to the moon, or only th’ lunar-eclipsed fell in
a vogue of pseudo-concentric sigil worship;
the rest breathed easier - and took practical
steps for th’ thunderous & lightening effects
which we’d best endure while storms raged
No internet connect sullied our view, a use-
by effect hardly new to dour countrified set,
but now meant we’d be able to think, that’s
a blessing disguised with beer in hand; and
in th’ end 60mils fell in the first half hour - a
promise we’re back in wonderland again
© 14 October 2017, I. D. Carswell
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