And the sky weeps

And the sky weeps

Even as it burns

The hot flush

Seeping between the cracks

In the curve

Of the rainbow.

Are these tears of joy

Do they fall for us

As we shelter

Safe and sound.

Bound together,

Shadows in the grey

Weathering the worst

Of the storm.

Sweltering from a

Welter of warm tears

As they form runnels

In the barren earth

Scarring the burned

And ragged turf

Changing the outlook

Cooling expectations.

The precipitation

A heavy fall from

The grace of yesterday.

When the spatter

Of wet mud

Soiling summer skirts

And in aftermath

Coating bare skin

With dirty moats, of sky dust

Was but a pipe dream

For some,

Who experience

The torrid heat

As a wicked drain

Akin to walking

In the infernal circles

Of Dante’s hell,

Nine times over

And when the sky breaks

They rejoice.

Alas for them

Theirs is but a lonely voice,

When July’s loss is mourned

By most

Who raise a Pimm’s

To a clear blue sky

And toast

The glory days of summer.