RainstormRain tumbles from the clouds Gently cleansing the hard brown earth Lightning lashes across a steely sky While thunder rolls away in every direction, Deep and low, grumbling as the lightning crackles The smell of rain on warm asphalt fills my nose and mouth The heat that came in gusts of wind had been stifling But the long awaited rain had finally fought its way free of the clouds The rainstorm, the weather that is mine, will be gone all too soon In the morning the world will be refreshed But the sun will suck all the moisture from the air And bake it from the earth until thereRainstorm
Main StreetI walk down the main street The beach at one end And distant hills at the other Cigarette smoke snakes in ribbons From the mouths of strangers As they sip their coffee Shout into their mobile phones And ignore me as I drift past Little dogs on leashes, legs working like pistons, Lead their masters down the street Past a florist, a cafe, a little gift shop that’s filled With the overwhelming scent of perfume That spills out onto the street People dodge each other on the path Barely exchanging glances Traffic hums at a pedestrian crossing WaitinMain Street
.dad.My Dad Wears Akubra hats Made from rabbit fur felt They're falling apart The tops are stapled back on He smokes I don't like that But I like the smell Of the Drum tobacco And making The papers into Tiny paper planes That don't work My Dad's garden Is big and green and Full of indigenous plants When I climb up on The roof I can see the Whole yard It stays sunny on the roof after The garden gets dark We watch films and Don't talk much I go to bed late And he sleeps in We have Cold Collation.dad.
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¤·.¸¸.·*×» Sarah Jane «×*·.¸¸.·¤
Real integrity is doing the right thing, knowing that nobody's going to know whether you did it or not.
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