I pity the dog walkers in their wellingtons
and Burberrys to keep out cold wet rain,
blown by a howling wind that has raged
all night showing no sign of respite.
As a child I loved storms, as long as
I was indoors, toasting muffins with an
old fashioned fork over an open fire
burning red in the grate, flames flared blue,
if you looked deep into the flames you would
see dragons, warriors, kings and soldiers
or the odd damsel in distress, trapped in
the tower by the evil Duke. Dripping with
butter, I would eat the muffins one after
the other and then sit by the fire and write
the stories that I saw played out before my eyes.
Kitty the large black and white cat would sleep
beside me as I scribbled away anxious to catch
all the words before they disappeared into the ether.
Weather affects every part of our lives, sunshine
and good weather cheer everyone up whilst
torrential rain, bitter cold wind makes it feel like
winter even though we are well into spring.
© Carolina de la Cruz – 29th April 2012