thunder roars tonight

thunder roars tonight
sky is carpet thick
with grey cloud like the ash
from fired canon, and thunder
the roar of the canon!

rain sluices down, you can hear
millions of little rain drops,
their tiny feet patter onto the ground
and as they hit the ground they run
down the street into the gutter
down into the sewer: into the belly
of the earth, where they swim and drown.

the sky roars and delicate ladies jump,
in leather chairs husbands whince and
Glasgow is flooded with blizzards of rain,
and cars slow turn on windscreen wipers
so they can see clearer.

and the rain sluices down, you can hear
the millions of little rain drops their tiny feet
pattering onto the ground and as they hit
the ground they run down the street
into the gutter down into the sewer:
into they belly of the earth,
where they swim and drown.

the sky roars, and delicate ladies jump
in leather chairs, husbands whince and
Glasgow is flooded with blizzards of rain,
and cars slow down turn on windscreen wipers
so they can see clearer.

the Christian neighbours across the street
look out of their window, up to the sky,
I too, look out of the window, up to the sky!

I think of the ionosphere, of HAARP,
of the beauty of the thunder,
whips and forks and cracks of light,
like an orchestra:think of it!

the clouds slide over head
clicking in perfectly
then the rain pelts down
then lightning cracks and whips,
rumbles, as it a button had been pressed ,
and everything came together.
coordination working the mechanism
with the world.

and i lift up my arms and
wish for all hell to break
loose, for the thunder
to Sing at the top of its
roar! more thunder!! more
canon! for landslides!
for floods, for torrents of spin,
for soakings sake!

and the Christian neighbours look out
and think the rain is God
or at least, the rain of God,
and I think it is the urine of God
and the lightening strikes
like a camera flash!
perhaps God is taking photographs
of his children because he has
grown sentimental!

the sky rumbles and churns
like a giant greedy belly,
like someone moving a huge
chariot in the sky!

and the rain pisses upon
the land watering the land
soaking the city!
and many shut their windows,
rub their hands together,
close curtains, boil the kettle
with scottish water and watch the
television!

but i step out into the rain,
animal for the rain,
loving the great beast of
the weather.

then i go indoors
and pour myself
a glass of water
and drink it rapidly
in one gulp!

22 June 2007