The smoke shakes <br />beneath my roof <br />and I pour the first glass <br />of the day. <br /> <br />Outside the world is bathed <br />in bright sunshine <br />and people pass my window <br />in the usual summer dress. <br /> <br />It's over rated if you ask me. <br /> <br />Give me a storm, <br />the rain pounding the streets <br />like the wraith of God, <br />lighting tearing the sky in two, <br />thunder rolling like a freight-train. <br /> <br />Give me clouds that leer in <br />through the window <br />with the threat of violence. <br /> <br />Give me the sounds <br />that make people bow their <br />heads in fear. <br /> <br />That's when you know you're alive. <br /> <br />When nature has the planet <br />by it's balls and you realise <br />that with one fail swoop <br />she could just wipe us all out. <br /> <br />But instead I have this. <br /> <br />Colourful people <br />in colourful clothes <br />saying things like <br /> <br />'Hot enough for you' <br /> <br />'Man, what about this weather.' <br /> <br />Blissful in their ignorance <br /> <br />and far <br /> <br />far <br /> <br />too <br /> <br />damn <br /> <br />happy.<br /><br />Neil Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-17/
