"Weather Report"

There be squalls

Here in Penzance

Chasing each other

Across roof~tops

Of houses and cars

Dashing themselves

Into vapour

On all surfaces.

Death-sliding down

Roofs ~ over edges

Launders and gutters

Down~pipes overflowing

Making raging rivers

In miniature

Down the steep streets

Leading to the sea.

Causing little dams

Of rubbish to form

Behind the wheels

Of parked cars

Last nights take away

Making a dash

For freedom

To evade

The hungry gulls

School girls squeal

As each cold gust

Hits them

Too fashion conscious

To wear a coat

Or carry a 'brolly

Visibility closes down

As each squall hits

Opens again as sight

Follows the squall

Into the distance

And between each squall

Sunny spells shining

On the washed clean

Streets

The street cleaners

Will be happy

All the rubbish

Is at the bottom

Of the hill!

Copyright © Res JFB 18th January 2008