Waiting for the rain

Painting by Marianne Von Werefkin

Waiting for the rain

Wind’s from the west with its cargo of clouds;
I wonder which borders it will cross,
which sky it will find closed.

Butterflies test spring wings,
leaves uncurl, and the silence
is the wild rattle of woodpeckers,

while somewhere beyond the sheep field,
east, where the clouds are heading,
shells not raindrops are falling.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

29 thoughts on “Waiting for the rain”

      1. Putin has friends everywhere. We have a former prime minister gone to work for the Russian state oil company. All rats.

        All poems ought to be angry poems today, I think.

    1. The madness of power. As long as the Chinese sit back with Kim on a leash slavering at the chops to join in, as the US shake heads from across the Atlantic, Potty Putin will do exactly as he likes, I fear.

      1. Yes, the Ukraine is not crucial to US policy I sense. Just a pawn in a lunatics game. Putin bears some semblance of Benito Mussolini from my reading, cruel egotist.

      2. The US has a long history of starting wars in other people’s countries. Mussolini, another glory boy. I can’t see the Russians stringing their version up though.

      3. Yes, I heard that the average Russian didn’t believe it would/could happen. Now that it has, they don’t have much choice but to knuckle under. If anyone resists it’ll be the mothers of the conscript lads. They did for Afghanistan.

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