'There be' Squalls <br />Here in Penzance <br />Chasing each other <br />Across roof-tops <br />Of houses and cars. <br /> <br />Dashing themselves <br />Into vapour <br />On all surfaces. <br />Death-sliding down <br />Roofs ~ over edges <br />Launders and gutters <br />Down-pipes overflowing. <br /> <br />Making raging rivers <br />In miniature <br />Down the steep streets <br />Leading to the sea. <br />Causing little dams <br />Of rubbish to form <br />Behind the wheels <br />Of Parked cars. <br /> <br />Last nights take away <br />Making a dash <br />For freedom <br />To evade <br />The hungry gulls. <br /> <br />School girls squeal <br />As each cold gust <br />Hits them <br />Too fashion conscious <br />To wear a coat <br />Or carry a 'brolly. <br /> <br />Visibility closes down <br />As each squall hits, <br />Opens again as sight <br />Follows the squall <br />Into the distance. <br /> <br />And between each squall <br />Sunny spells shining <br />On the washed clean <br />Streets. <br /> <br />The street cleaners <br />Will be happy <br />All the rubbish <br />Is at the bottom <br />Of the hill! <br /> <br />(18 Jan 2008)<br /><br />Res John Burman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weather-report-2/
