We’re not out of it yet; an electrical storm has the
eminence - as its cell draws nearer we are again
entertained by ‘suggestive’ rumblings with intent
and lightening flashes as it grows in timbre - tho’
this time containing a dressing of rain; and now
bedtime’s at hand - for sure this isn’t grandiose
preparation for the rest you’re finding less easy
to ingress in air countrified by the said storm
& yet the elements evidently rationalised that this
isn’t necessarily a precursor to what remains; the
already featured evening’s resounding overtures
are at rest, elemental silence descends in a weft
of darkness; its time to negotiate a plea in which
preparation for sleep is to be blessed decently
© 10 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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