The weather took a substantial turn shovelling yet more lorry loads of rainfall, overflowing the overflows, cannoning down stream taking with it whatever could not withstand its force. Hailstones deluged destroying cars, windscreens, windows and anything else that wished to challenge the abnormal weapon of destruction that is fast becoming Britain's summertime. As fast as it appeared it disappeared drenching and quenching its thirst for water power and domination.
Crown Britain King and Queen of unpredictability
The great British public would not expect
This prised surprise
A master plan run amok
Attaching itself to brooks, ponds, rivers, dams, seas and oceans
Expanding and swelling at an almighty speed
Waving at its aftermath with box office success
Gold medal of the day
Call off the rain, as though we have a choice, employ the sunshine on a full time basis albeit for a contracted period so as not to impair the environment and fuel the global warming fans. Come on before it's too late and the winter warmers come out, the shops displaying their massive summer sales to make way for the autumn window displays. Redressing our minds toward the flotilla of bland fabrics, dulling our senses before we're ready to embrace their arrival.
No, not yet, we haven't had time to parade our fun coloured frivolous ankle skimming frocks, they're sitting pretty ready to be plucked from the centre stage of our closets, peering softly at us with 'choose me' coquettish expressions. Whilst the sun briefly tickles the windows teasing them into excited preparation for their hoped for trip into the outside world, only to be rewarded with the repeated chorus of drizzle turning on its heels to brandish its thunderous stage production that smirks with satisfactory applause, relegating the sunshine along with its companions to the outback.
No, not yet, we haven't had time to parade our fun coloured frivolous ankle skimming frocks, they're sitting pretty ready to be plucked from the centre stage of our closets, peering softly at us with 'choose me' coquettish expressions. Whilst the sun briefly tickles the windows teasing them into excited preparation for their hoped for trip into the outside world, only to be rewarded with the repeated chorus of drizzle turning on its heels to brandish its thunderous stage production that smirks with satisfactory applause, relegating the sunshine along with its companions to the outback.
The gall of it all, call yourself a summer
I doubt that you truly are
It doesn't fool us, well not for long anyhow
It seemingly preens in preparation
Kicking its contents and
Showering us with divine wetness
Get a grip oh English weather
And reward your people with honeyed warmth on their skin
They will be respondent with smiles and laughter
Caressing and caring for you
With resplendour and the arrival of
Travellers from afar who are in awe
Of the great British countryside
Especially when bathed in humorous sunlight
I doubt that you truly are
It doesn't fool us, well not for long anyhow
It seemingly preens in preparation
Kicking its contents and
Showering us with divine wetness
Get a grip oh English weather
And reward your people with honeyed warmth on their skin
They will be respondent with smiles and laughter
Caressing and caring for you
With resplendour and the arrival of
Travellers from afar who are in awe
Of the great British countryside
Especially when bathed in humorous sunlight
I give you this wonderful country to choose your fate and do with as you will. Be that revelling in whatever climate besets us, tugging out the goodness which can be found if we use the key to unlock and look hard enough. Or lay back on our laurels and bemoan at our woes, accepting we can do little about it, falling into a private deluge of nothingness that grasps us mind numbingly, pulling us into the quagmire that has us believe we have no hope.
It can be hard to know how to begin to own a new mindset when we see no hope and our journey is road blocked without diversion. So what can we do whilst we wait for the freedom track to emerge? Perhaps we are the work force employed to make plans to repair the road to recovery.
Take time out to talk, trusting in the process gained from the out pouring of our hearts, that surely lends itself to lightening the effort it requires to pump the beat of survival. Free ourselves to experience how it feels rather than wondering how might that work or help and if thought often enough we begin to believe that it won't.
Try it out, take a step by finding a trusting, confidential and safe place, someone who wants to listen without preconditions, where your own personal journey to who knows where can begin; what outcome might you be privy to that you never imagined was possible?
Put one foot in front of the other and move towards change......
See you next time.
LAURA
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