Dream

Rush of air through the car window
David Gray on the radio
“The love I was giving you was never in doubt”
Gathering clouds darken
Winds pick up as I make it home
Walk through the bright whiteness of home
Out to the back deck …
Clouds are swirling but it is safe.
I am home.
I waken to a blue sky,
Sun on my face.
Nestled deep into a blanket on a chair out on the lawn.
Rain has left everything a sparkle.
And all is right with the world.

A Mackerel Sky

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.