The King of the Rainy Country

The sea is not calm today

The horizontal slash grey

With foreboding

The swaying sobbing trees

The lightning flashes

The soundless arc-lights

Of distant strife.

 

A flock of small birds

Wheel in agitation

Against the dark sky.

A gust of wind

The hiss of rain

And the storm is upon us.

 

I snuggle deeper into my warm bed

And rejoice.

I am The King of the Rainy Country, I think;

Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux.

I exult that I have survived,

So far I have survived.

LES GIRLS – PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER