I thought I heard the patter
Of rain on the roof
Consciousness leaned forward towards it
Eagerly waiting
But it was just wishful thinking
Fooling me again
*dry beginning to spring. The smell of the earth, grass, as I run past it, you can feel the anticipation in the air.
Warming, waking, yet still the land is thirsty, dusty. Soon, the wind has shifted to the north. The weather lady is hopeful in her bright jackets and big smile, she had been in my living room for so long – years – every night I listen to Jenny (unless she is on holidays) Weather ladies, we grow old with them still telling us the auguries of the weather Gods
In the old days they would be witches. Jenny has led me astray with her reports from the bureau – sometimes I think nobody knows more than any other human about what the weather is going to do
We just think wishfully
But the ants know
The Willy Wag tail awake at 3am, shifting himself to the shed
That bird never sleeps
Permanently excited and curious
Like me
Today
Perhaps
Spring rain
That’s a great line … ‘just wishful thinking Fooling me again’!! And yup, billions of dollars spent on weather forecasting each year and its the birds and bees that know!
Maybe we should put them in charge but then sometimes I think we’ve enough bird headed nuts with bees in their bonnet already!
Hahaha yep.
Beautiful ❤️🖤
Thanks 😊
I totally know that feeling of “Ahh! It looks like it’s going to rain! It’s……not raining. How is it not raining?” I had that feeling several times this summer. 😅
When I went outside to check the sky was full of stars and the moon so no clouds at all. Funny the pictures the ears can create.
It is very amazing!
I keep forgetting that your seasons are in the reverse in the southern hemisphere. I awakened to a smoke-filled sky from wildfires in northern Los Angeles County. No “patter / of rain on the roof.” Another day of scorching heat.
I’m dreading summer – I hope Australia doesn’t have the same terrible bushfire season as last. We have scorchers too so no thanks – just enjoying spring for now.
But the ants know…love this, my Grandad told me the currawongs know, and I agree with him 👌
Beautiful piece, Kate!
Thanks Cherie. 😊
You’re very welcome! <3