“All the World’s a Stage as I see it from my Window” by Lucy Alfred
It rained today. A lot.
First the thunder rumbled
echoed
in the distance.
waarrnniiinng…a deep guttural groan;
it’s coming
(pause)
A stage direction for nature.
Just wait, hide, cover yourself,
else open your mouth
taste
spread your leaves!
splosh crash raarrghh ssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(the elongated sound of a cymbal)
The rain comes down
in daggers
arrows from the sky.
Torrential
Torrents
Attack
the temple of green.
Constant, fast and heavenly
the youths give cheers and whoops, defying the weather
and continue with their out-door feast.
(silence)
Another stage direction.
Quietly, slowly, gently, open your eyes and look
at the calm
and peace.
Those fledgling leaves,
tender with the immaturity of Spring,
seem greener
cleaner
harder
and stronger
The trees stand proud,
their nakedness lost.
pop pop
the tennis players are back.
And the chorus,
the accompaniment
the birds.
ìItís time for Summer now! Itís time for Summer!î
they sing;
theyíre ready now.
Lift, lift, lift up your head
bask in the air and the promises that summer brings.
Fill your lungs
taste the scent of fresh rain on hot tarmac.
Flap your wings and fly
grey pigeons of the wood.
Smile as the white swan glides
effortlessly upon the water
refined,
controlled
and calm.
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