Daily Missive for Monday the 11th of November.

Oh

Fair Australia

Where are the rainmakers

There is smoke

It hangs low across Moreton bay

A dense sea mist

The sky a haze of sooty residue

As dirty as a London smog

Drifting across the mountains

Filling this coastal hollow

A billowed stillness

It is windless

When will there be clouds

Bursting to shed themselves

Of their burden

Natures water carriers

Hydrodynamic miracles

Better by half they

Scud across the sea

Fully formed

Than shed themselves

Of their heavy load

In sodden England

Where they have

More than had their share

Why is it so unevenly spread

The wastefulness

Of the natural order

Is not to be questioned

Apparently, there is more

To heaven and earth

Than my petty

Ramblings can unearth

In a few short lines

But for what it is worth

The environment

Is more complex

Than an isobar

On a weather chart

It will take more to fix

Than wishful thinking

And it is more than likely

We are all

On our way to hell

In a handcart

Without a seat

And no sunscreen

As protection

From the heat.