Sheltering in the shed while the storm rages overhead,
Thunder and lightning
Not too frightening
For me to hear the rain coursing off the grey felt roof,
See the rain pelting through the open door,
Feel the dampness creeping through the floor.
Now the hail is bouncing off the ground,
Fast, furious, fearless, falling in rods on my plot.
Now it is quietening, slowing, and I listen to the sound of the rain drip, dripping
On the soaked grey felt roof.