Kissed by a rainbow
Dark grey clouds hover above my head
Like steel girders waiting to plummet
The jagged face of lightning screaming
Ice cold balls hit the ground
As if shot from a cannon
I run; I will not become a target for giant balls of ice
Windscreens crack, Jack Frost’s paintings linger
On dented bonnets, roofs
An invisible giant walked across parked cars
Their owners become the victims
Of the Hand of God
Only these are not leather footballs
In what was meant to be a friendly match
This hand has vengeance in its palm
Its aim of an Olympian aiming for gold
I take shelter in a nearby shop
Watching the carnage
Wondering if a giant golfer is aiming for a hole in one
I felt lucky, I didn’t own a car
Or one of those houses with a hole in its roof
I’m a visitor, passing through
Knowing the weather will calm soon enough
Leaving blue skies kissed by a rainbow…
©anitadawes 2020
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