Sunday’s Herringbone cloud patterns
meant rain within 48 hours.
Sailors call it a Mackerel Sky.
Yesterday the air grew humid
and my hair went all curly and cattywampus.
today the smell of rain is in the air,
the sky has grown dark,
but no drops have fallen.
The atmosphere is pregnant with rain.
the trees leaves are turned up
ready to catch the moisture
the birds are hushed
and I am at the window
shutters thrown open wide
waiting on the rain.