There was a time in my very young life that the idea of going outside, being with friends and having fun was very uncomfortable for me. I’d look forward to and be happy for bad weather, a shameful excuse for me not to go outside. I’d just hide away in my bedroom.
I developed a strong liking for rain storms, thunder and lightning. I’d sit on my bedroom window sill and watch the storms as the passed over head, taking in the energy I felt in the air.
Lucky for me my agoraphobic tendencies’ have all but gone away only to be replace by lazy git syndrome. My love of a good storm though is just as strong as it was then. Even now I’ll go back to the Hill from time to time just to enjoy its own unique climate.
As I look out the window
At the darkening grey sky
I wonder what else is out there
As life is passing by
It’s nice an warm in here
But the rain, it makes me cold
As the pitter-patter makes puddles
On pathway of cobbles bold
The trees stand tall and proud
But their colour, a greyish green
Looks more wintery by the hour
And makes for a gloomy scene
As I sit and watch time fly
The weather keeps getting worse
And poor flowers take a beating
From the tyranny of storms curse
But soon the sun will shine
And the clouds will go away
Then a rainbow of coloured lines
Will take charge of the changing day