Severe Weather…Again

 

Tantrums of rain slap the windscreen

wipers punish the squall with little effect

white line fever vanishes in the mist

of the torrential sob of a day

oncoming beacons, sparkle through the spray

keeping me onside… but nerves

navigate another course

while the river caresses the underbelly

of a low lying bridge with false sincerity

moist sideswipes grow more intense

as nature gains an upper hand

against the structure of man

oh let these clouds lay their fluffy blubber

upon this land

unleashing the tears of a snivelling Zeus

great philandering god of weather

may you blunt your lightning rod

on Mt Beerburrum

and fizzle into a sun shower

so I may drive a rainbow home.

 

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7 thoughts on “Severe Weather…Again

  1. I love the expression of nerves navigating another course. And then this:-

    while the river caresses the underbelly

    of a low lying bridge with false sincerity

    There is much startling imagery here. A very strong poem indeed.

  2. smiles…driving a rainbow home would be nice…a little hope there…smiles…i have been in those storms driving when i just clung white knuckled and hoped no one stopped in front of me….great use of language in this…starting with the tantrum

  3. Most of the poems I have read today have been about the weather, so I think it is pre-eminent in people’s minds. This delightful piece captures a great deal. I love the beginning: ‘Tantrums of rain slap the windscreen’ How stunning! Nature does gain the upper hand in the end in spite of all of man’s efforts. Beautiful portrayal here.

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