Weather

Quite suddenly the sky went dark
Not full black but nearly
And every tree and blade of grass
Was outlined sharp and clearly
It was as if we held our breath
In the unnatural calm
As if the starkness of the earth
Awaited nature’s balm
A storm predicted overhead
A promise of sweet rain
A bang, three drops, a flash of light
It went away again
And now the heat is heavy damp
The sky relentless grey
Where dogs lay panting in the shade
And even lambs won’t play

©️Jane Jago 2020