From my window
I survey the storm outside
trees with hula hooping branches
umbrellas sailing on a sea of rain
plastic bags swooping like seabirds
comes a sudden lull
weather changes now my mood
I walk outside
my boots paddle in the rain

Memory minds me of
previous rain in childhood
wearing my loved yellow wellies
I want the Spring to come
with primroses, daffodils
the almond tree in bloom
the sun to shine
lambs in the fields
the farmyard smell
I run across the grass
barefoot to meet you
and hold fast in your embrace
this final fantasy
is mind's material