A storm has come.

A storm has come.

I can hear the rain

See it fall

There is comfort in it when we are dry

The sky is heavily overburdened

With the weight of water

Everything dull battleship grey

Uniform green

With only a few muted subtleties in between

There is thankfulness in it

The lack of conflict

There is no fight in me for this

It is not the Somme

I can linger over the different songs

Falling water sings

As it slaps down, hard on concrete

A cedar deck

With a grass skirt

Tin roofs are less musical

More a cacophony of headaches

A wide awake at night sound

But still, there is no bomb blast

The thunder in the distance

Is not man-made

Unless we arbitrate for climate change

I have the luxury of waiting

For the sky to brighten

As it surely will

No blood will be spilt

Not here

No broken homes or bones

Just the gentle chatter

Of the rain falling to the horizon

There is no need for any armour

Tin hat or kevlar vest

Just a raincoat

Adequate footwear

And a collapsible umbrella

After all,

This is not war

It is only weather