the storm came on with a veil of light rain
toward the hill - the cloud running with ink.
it was chartering the building site plain -
Iron Age works - railways that grow and shrink
to nothing - an airbase that flew away.
green wheat on the slope had started to ear -
yet showers never landed - went astray
near Aston-le-Walls running out mid-air.
the storm broke inside the church’s Norman
tower - as Spring storms have done how often
before. thunder was a busy storeman
shifting the sky around - while birds aloft
in the boarded nave nested and squealed -
light down the Romanesque shaft stamped and sealed.
25 May 2021