Petrichor Not again, they groan as fat splashes polka dot dry soil quenching the plants drenching the benches and sending the fair-weather idlers back home so the landscape is mine now and I can prance through the mud in my new waterproofs and my old wellington boots to admire the world as it puts on […]
No such thing as bad weather… 100 words
Down paw – 100 words
Down paw Where I live it doesn’t rain instead, a large damp dog arrives drenched, drooling and dirty Its arse – grey-brown and stinking – descends growling low, lowering, filling the blue and crushing. Tail flicks the branches wet pelt obscures skylark skies, joy and our optimistic horizons everything blurs and our ears are full […]
92 Words – driving home
Inside it’s warm and the kids are singing, noisy and excited by their evening’s fun. School tomorrow and there’s gossip. Outside is all rain and dark and lorries making dirty spray clouds. The lights fracture through the windscreen spreading as I fumble with wiper speed and demist. “Play my song now.” Music is loud and […]
2 Sunday
Downpour What I love about rain is its sheer bloody toldyousoness its smell, of course the plash, pitter and plop its ’bow a smug waterproof coat strangers talking kaboom, flash thunder storm dry firesides wellington boots with fleecy linings its stopped play lushy swishy grass clouds smearing the overthere hills a single bulging orb […]