The Reign Of Relief

One of those macerated-days, & where fractious 

‘ministrations’ of nether-conceived weather biles 

hostility - yet in a sense, springs relief; tho we’ve 

needed it, prayed for it to come, pleaded for this 

treasure’s release upon our current ‘desiccation’, 

(we’d all but forgot what springing-green means) 

it’s then that it rains; what arrives seems to ‘end’ 

all th’ agonies, but it’s storm-cells form flooding 

Y’d guess optimistically, merely overnight angst 

for the few in wrong places but its assessments 

suggest many crops fell foul - thus the seasonal 

yields won’t fare well & shortfalls will fail to quell 

on-going debt from previous years. Then there’s 

a belief this is merely The Beginning of The End 

Even the Weather Bureau adds to the irony; their 

Southern Ocean’s temperature profile gives that 

eerie postulation its credence; but, we’ll survive, 

and make our way home to The Power Blackout 

we can’t possibly live without - 8 hours of it too; 

and now what d’ you do in an imposed vacuum, 

Given th’ continuous wet weather cower piously 

© 16 October 2018, I. D. Carswell