Issue 3, 2020


poem by Janeen Brian , illustrated by Gaye Chapman

Across the sky

the grey slid and spread.

The wind whipped up

turned on its head

hammered the rain

drove each thick drop.

Lightning sparked.

Thunder boomed, ‘Stop!’

Branches screamed.

Umbrellas scattered.

Gutters choked.

Bridges shattered.

Wildness raged,

it ripped and tore.

The earth ran to rivers,

could swallow no more.

At last, the storm shrugged

and gave a sigh,

cleared the last of the raindrops

from off the sky.

‘Job well done,’ the storm then said.

‘Good-o,’ yawned the wind.


‘I’ll rest now instead.'



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