undecided-

The rain cannot decide which way to fall.

Balling up and fraying in damp air- It flies like wispy mist and whirls its fingers tips.

The rain cannot decide which way to fall.

It hangs it's fragile coat on thinner spiderwebs and dribbles down the tiles to sit on gutters, swinging dangly legs.

The rain cannot decide which way to crawl.

You’d hardly feel it on your lashes it's so undecided and two minded. Double standard and two sided.

The rain cannot decide which way to fall… if it had a say at all.

consumed-

There is a moment when, hanging between earth and the cliff of grey cloud above, the morning sunlight is sandwiched between heaven and solid soil.

Spreading it's fingers inward and under the cloud cloak above, fingering out those of us who hunger for summer days and light.

If you catch that moment of sunshine in the earliest hours of the day-

If you are lucky enough to have one morning where you are not caught up on a tram, a bus or cooped up in the car-

Then join me on my one morning.

You'll find me on the suburban hilltop.

Under the mock oak.

With dead leaves and magpie carols rainng down on me in the brittle light.
While the traffic roars in the distance and my canine companion circles hopefully about my feet-

For that brief moment life has never been more beautiful-

As the sun clasps warmly to my wind ruffled cheeks.
It's a moment to breath before the sun is consumed and the day begins.