The weather.
Dark clouds, could be midday, midnight, Mary’s in a trance, the
TV drones.
The weather. Brewing up again. Biggest storm in years.
Electrical storms.
Rain storms.
Fuck off storms.
Storm Miriam is hitting. That time of year and Storm Miriam is
hitting.
The Met Office has today announced.
Has officially named –
The storm.
On its way.
Up the Channel.
Prevailing winds.
Important.
Complex.
Meteorological terms.
Clear the beaches, clear the seas, prepare for the deluge.
The sound of rain can be heard. It’s the start of something.
Not soft, but we can tell it’s going to build.
And it does.
It builds up.
The rain lashes, covers the stage, soaks it.
Winds blow through.
Vacuum cleaner.
Bursts through and it’s deafening.
Sucking us all in.
Into the swell.
Louder.
No, LOUDER.
SO YOU HAVE TO SHOUT ABOVE IT.
TO BE HEARD.
GAILS.
BLUSTERING THROUGH US.
RAINS HITTING HARDER.
SOLID SLEET.
ICE SMASHING INTO US.
TEARING OUT FACES.
AND AS SUDDEN AS IT STARTED WE’RE MET WITH –
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