HIGHVELD STORM
The air is dry
Not a cloud in the sky
Yet the rain is nigh
You ask me ‘Why’?
‘Have you lived on the Highveld for long’? ask I
‘Know why’?
‘That’s the way it is’, say I
Keep your eye on the sky.
Soon clouds will flit by
Congest and cover the sky
Fight for space, in the blink of an eye
Shed a tear, drops onto wheat and rye.
Dark, ominous, lightning lit sky
Flash, thunder, shudders rolling by
Dancing drops, dust fills your eye
Low the insect catching swallows fly.
The tar road, minutes before dank & dry
Now a warm, strange smell fills the sky
Cars collide, ambulances cry
Inevitably someone will die.
© Louis Nel
November 2004
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