RAINCLOUDS GATHER OVER GLANMIRE - (poem for #AudioMo Day 17)

Rainclouds gather over Glanmire

How long since the last drop fell

and left the soil sodden drunk?

A summer stole by, disguised:

wind and chill,

washed-away dreams of suntan creams and cucumber eyes.

Had I flown abroad, I’d know the pride of my prediction.

Rain poured: lightning striking twice in Glanmire.

Autumn has graced us with a prodigal sun,

a fortnight blessed with drought. 

I’ll remember this summer:

tears unshed from an un-warmed heart -

indelible ache, indelible link,

to that place where Pain’s conceived, nurtured and flowers 

like its half-sister Love,

mirror image of unrestrained creation.

Rainclouds gather now, the ground has need,

And I of rain to oil my mending spirit.