The clouds crowd,
Slate grey,
And heavy with incoming rain.
Of course, you are
At the middle point of your journey,
At the furthest point from shelter.
That is always the way that that one goes.
There was morning sun,
Hence the hope,
That led you to be now, regretfully,
In the rain without a coat.
In fiction this might be used as a trope,
A plot point with which to push a nascent narrative.
But now, currently soaked,
You perhaps don’t feel that
You are at the centre of your story.
In fact, you likely feel
Understandably on edge.
But the shower will stop,
Or you, at least, will get out of it,
And once you’ve ceased
To be stuck out in the rain,
You’ll get to laugh at your ill-luck
And give it a bit of a reframe.
It is probable that your humour
About this just needs to get dry.
And isn’t it the truth that every circumstance,
Once passed gets the chance
Of a second perspective?
This is one to keep in mind
For those times in life
When you find yourself caught without cover,
Or where things go against
What you thought was forecast.
The weather will turn,
And once you’ve trudged your way through it,
You’ll then get to look back
And turn your view on it.
Hannah Going
June 2024
Hannah Going - Concerns 