Drip

We

waited

long for

you to ease

the scald and

drought of sun.

Your storm clouds

gathered, threatened,

opened, yet yards away

bone dry. Now that you've

come, with floods and beaten

down acres of corn, herbaceous

borders a sorry sight and puddles

where dust-baths had been, we brace

ourselves for hose-pipe bans, restrictions

on non-essential use, and above all do not

let your taps drip. It seems that the problem

is the wrong sort of rain, but I would have

thought from the news we keep hearing,

that the leaks from the pipes of the

Company's mains would have

filled up the aquifers

by now

Tony Wade
June 2006