Listening to the weather when I awake
It is unsettled and petulant
With a grey moody texture
Swishes of tyres, squelching of feet
The soundtrack of recent weeks
Puddles become pools become rivers
Heavy grey skies mirrored in a spectacular waterland
As far as the eye can see
Water defies boundaries, bursts banks, streams over bridges
Natures rule book sodden then swept away
Trees dance thrash then snap
Wrenched from the earth by turbulent storms
We have slipped, fallen, gone under
Into the depths of climate change
Yet still we build build build on flood plains
Our infrastructure crumbles
A saturated honeycomb of potholes
A lonely island with fractures and fissures
In a state of collapse
We must listen to this saturated land
Carolyn Black 