Intense Rain
Pounding rain, cold rain, flooding rain – it arrives with plenty of warning, with a feeling of inevitability, of doom. It tells us, ‘Yes, here is Winter.’ It travels all down the long east coast of Australia, even to my dear little birth island, so tiny it is sometimes left off the map. I am glad to be far north of there now, removed from that paralysing, deep-frost cold I once knew well. My body still remembers. I remember, too, through all these decades, the aftermath of rain in rural Tasmania: the particular pervasiveness of water dripping from leaves long after the deluge ceased. In this present downpour, everywhere floods – the whole coast, even that island. Here, in the warmer sub-tropics, in the small town where I live now, only the section near the river goes under. Up on my hill, just out of town, I barricade myself inside my cosy house and wait it out.
after the rain
one slow, constant drip –
heavy footsteps
heavy footsteps
'heavy footsteps' is such an effective ending, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteI like the use of the form in a time of wintry season. Glad you are safe and keeping dry and that last line is just right to end as PSCotier says.
ReplyDeletethose 3 short lines very evocative Rosemary.
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