Ice and Chill

[reynardo]

It got a little cold last night,
The hail began to fall,
The children pulled on gloves and hats
And made it into balls.

The roads were slick with lots of ice,
The cars went every way.
And up at famous Bondi Beach
The snowboarders did play.

The drifts were near a whole foot deep
And mist swirled thick and low,
The aeroplanes could not take off -
Too dangerous to go.

One workmate left to head on home,
Then came back in in fear,
"The roads are slick with ice and hail,
I'm staying inside here."


The lightning struck beside our work,
Its noise more crack than boom,
We watched the storm head out to sea,
The bolts bright in the gloom.

Alas, the rain fell to the east,
The empty dams lie west,
But some at least has helped the drought -
We'll wait now for the rest.

By midnight all had passed away,
The distant clouds ablaze
With lightning bright as instant day
Towered high for eyes to gaze.

The windscreens smashed and trees lost leaves,
Car roofs now look like Braille,
Who would have thought a calm spring night
Could bring amazing hail.

Comments

[shadow-5tails.livejournal.com]

I imagine you'd not be writing poetry at this point if you and yours weren't safe, so first and foremost, I'm glad to infer that you're all safe & sound.

I don't get Sydney weather. It seems to be a mild, balmy clime for the most part, but with these random interspersions of insanity - 15-metre-high waves outside Syd Harbour with gale-force winds, or inch-wide hailstones hammering through the roofs of cars (I do hope you were parked undercover!)... Is your local weather deity afflicted with MPD or something?

You really should move to Melbourne - our weather's no more consistent, but it's significantly less deadly...