I sat down bored, wondered what to do.
Looked about for some distraction to avert my mind.
For only a minute or an hour maybe I could see a thing.
That would kick-start my brain into an imaginary scene.
Looked through the window I could see the rain.
Landing on rooftops then jumping up and bouncing round.
Like it was on a trampoline.
A bird landed on the window sill and looked about then off it went.
Landing on the ground it probed the earth for a juicy worm or a fat slimey slug.
A dog barked off a rattle of words.
Who knows for what, but sounded angry.
Maybe the postman was still doing it's rounds or maybe a cat had passed it by.
The rain came to a dreary stop and the sun looked out from behind a cloud.
Casting shadows on the ground I saw the branches of a tree.
On which a bird perched high above.
Looking out for worms or grubs.
Then the sun made a curtain call.
A cloud rolled across the sky.
I counted six more curtain calls before the clouds enclosed the sky.
And once again the rain fell down upon the roofs, and this time made a drum roll sound.
Must be something brewing now.
A lightening bolt lit the sky and was followed by a thunderous clap.
The atmosphere grew more intense with every crack of the lightening's whip.
The rain grew into a frenzied fury.
The branches of the trees waved holy.
I watched and waited for the final act.
As a fork of lightening hit the tree.
That caused it to fall upon its knees.
A thousand years had come to an end.
As it died a cruel death.
And as I watched this tragic act.
I wondered if Shakespeare could imagine that.


© Conor Boland