Christies Beach, Australia

I was born and grew up in England but my parents were migrant Aussies who eventually returned home, and I followed them. After bouncing...

Rain at last?

Last night the world held its breath.

The air hung in lead curtains.
The earth lay exhausted,
its cracks gaped open,
aching for the pat – pit pat,
the pitter pat, pitter pitter pat
of final, merciful release.

The trees stretched
their peeling parchment limbs skyward,
entreating the heavens
to sunder.

No sound pierced the blackness.

The world waited, and watched,
and listened.

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