Lying warmly snug
under the thick duvet
in curtained darkness
faintly lit by sheets
of orange light at the end
of the driveway,
a rattle of pellets
against the windows
lifts me part way
from the depths of sleep.

Gusts of wind batter
windows, fence, driveway
with icy bullets then
ease off. Yet rain still
gurgles along gutters,
down drain pipes, the
sound of rushing water
from the skies drowned
out again by roaring
gusty winds. Registering
at last the causes
of this cacophony
I sink down again
into warm dark depths
of consciousness.

Brown land is
greening at last !

Relief !

Previously posted July 2016.