Stagnant
In the fields
And it starts
The patter
-ing
The drone of the swarm
Lovely warm insects
Above my head

The first thunder
In years it seems
As though the lightning
Strikes down through
My soul
To reach
Ground

And the rain beats down
On our roof
Like a hurricane
The sky full of
Explosions
Quite
Alive

Through godsend
At my window
I gaze into
The abyss
And the
Dark clouds flashing
Leave me
Mesmerised
Once again