Rain - by
I love all films that start with rain:
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face…
weather
Ossian’s Grave - by
In the Highlands of Scotland I love,
/ Storm clouds curve down on the dark fields and strands,
/ With icy grey mist closing…
Here’s the Weather - by
Fae stooshie tae fankle tae bouroch tae dreck / we’re steeped in the downpour of dialect.
/ …
Yesterday in Laggan - by
It was such a day
/ of sunshine wall to wall,
/ of heat haze and the year’s first frogs,
/ of blue hills stretching…
A Night’s Rain - by
The thunder clap may clatter –
/ The lichtnin’ flare awa’:
/ I’m listenin’ to the water,
/ …
Scotland - by
‘We’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it!’…
The Song of the Ungirt Runners - by
We swing ungirded hips, / And lightened are our eyes, / The rain is on our lips, / We do…
The Moult - by
Shelter in the hoodoos and pluck / your fur – fine smell caught on the heather / and shining reeds…
The Cloud - by
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
/ From the seas and…
from Lifeboat Disaster - by
All this second night
/ the wind drops slates into gardens
/ bends steel radio masts at the chimney
/ smashes their teeth on…
‘Kiss me…’ - by
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
come on, let us sway together,
under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
Cyclone - by
A thoroughbred cyclone,
/ recently arrived in Cuba from the Bahama Islands.
/ It was raised in Bermuda,
/ but has relatives in Barbados.
/ It has been…