Blue knots

Blue knots of electricity,

Shoot across the sky,

Bang and bash the clouds,

Thousands of feet high.


Thunder bursts my ears,

Fights across the sky,

Light a fire in trees,

So that they will die.


Light and air explode,

Giving spark to life,

Never ending power,

Cutting like a knife.


Thunder now and rain.

Blue lightning shines so bright,

Water streaming down,

Electric, awesome, might.



I’m hot, its 2.30 am and the temperature in here is 27 degrees Celcius inside and around 19 degrees Celcius outside !

That’s hot, and it’s been even hotter in the daytime. Some parts of Britain have been over 30 degrees Celcius…That’s over 90 Farenheit I think.

We are not used to it. This has been going on for over two weeks, hardly a cloud in the sky.

Fires, either accidental or deliberate have burned on moorland across the country. Some have even been visible from space, plumes of smoke drifting over towns, houses having to be evacuated. Fire crews from all over Britain came to help fight them.

We just are not used to it. The driest summer I remember was in 1976. We had water cuts, and had water bowsers in the street. People were encouraged to take showers or share baths! Grey water, from washing up or the bath were used to water gardens. We even had a government minister for rain. It actually rained when he took on the job!

Today it was really hot, so hot I wanted to melt. We went out to a local park to the 6 towns one city festival to read and hear poetry and music, but after an hour we left because we were overheating!

But….I know elsewhere in the world our heat is a cool breeze. Our use of water has increased, and yet some countries have hardly any. People have to walk for miles to collect dirty and diseased water which is all they have to cook with, wash and drink.

So, I’m not sure I should complain, but it doesn’t feel right. The jet stream is dragging warm air up from the continent …what we need is a jolly good thunderstorm! Maybe its global warming. I do think it’s time we tried to reduce it.


Waiting for lightning

The forecast is for thunderstorms. ….IMG_20180329_004651_329

The heat has been here for only two or three days and already the forecast is for thunderstorms and then a drop of about 10 degrees Celsius.

Back to normal for April. Cooler,  hopefully not too cold…

Looking at you can track the lightening, an hour ago it was heading in this direction. Now it has tracked slightly east. The weather over the Channel looks bad, with lots if storms in north France.

I want to write a poem about waiting for the storm….

Here I am, on Earth I stand,                                                                 waiting for power to flow,                                                                     from sky, to ground, down ribbons of charge                                    zagged into flash and sound.

I watch the signs, the sighs of air, deep rumbled                              groans of noise. There are now ways to see the moves                      of clouds and wind that pound.

But though I wait in stifling heat,                                                        no moisture hits the ground,                                                                the sky stays dark, not lit, not sharp.                                                  The storm has turned around.

No excitation of the land, no rivulets of rain,                                   no exultation of the skies,                                                                      no lightening strikes abound …….

Well, I think that explains how I feel. I have sat and watched lightening on many occasions, it is one of the things I love. To sit safe while the maelstrom whirls around the house. But like the photo of the clear sky above, nothing seems to be happening tonight.

Oh well there is  a small meteor shower due this weekend so I might see something…..