After the trenchancy of Friday’s heat we’re blessed
today with rain, its cooling calm with gentleness as
soothing balm has washed that rancid sweat away;
Of in-kind imagery you need to be a dingo’s desert-
bred to speak your mind or vent your spleen about
our sun-drenched land - or to phrase discretionary
& lucid praise about the wet that didn’t happen yet
but will assuredly, week after next is your best bet;
crikey mate, meaning dampened Xmas scenes?
Well, its these extremes we live in, so come all ye
faithful t’ th’ dam and we’ll sit in th’ mud with a few
cans of th’ best XXXX with intent yet that’ll leave
Y’ breathless when th’ time comes f’ the wet’s toe
down-dance to saturate our dreams of beach with
sand - and faithfully contemplate our lavish luck
© 12 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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