As I gaze out on the vivid sky,
As storm Ophelia bustles by.
Here’s hoping that she does not wreak,
Havoc here upon the weak.
I look at the grass upon the lawn,
Bright yellow coloured ‘fore the storm.
Not scary for those in the know,
The vibrant shades their glory show.
Colours brighter than bright can be,
Natures brilliance there to see.
Bathed with this most unusual hue,
Changes what we know and view.
Clouds of dust and Saharan Sun,
Swirling high it has begun.
Confused flowers open at night,
Birds circling around still in flight.
Grey skies are circling overhead,
Wonder should we go to bed?
Batten the hatches and stay inside,
Or get out there don’t run and hide.
Lights on cars out on our walk,
Hurry on by they don’t stop to talk.
Go about your business on with the day,
Together we’ll chase the clouds away.
So sunlight and the sky will turn,
As onward to our home we return.
Thinking of the day that passed,
And memories of the light will last.