Kester Brewin

This could change publishing – and book selling – for ever.

The rising and falling,
fire and ice, droplets and friction,
discharge in deep groans…
Our darkness lit, just for a moment,
earth rejoicing in rain after
three bone-dry days.
Buckety-buck one,
buckety-buck two…
Closer, and ever closer.
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[I spent Easter with family in Kenya, and Sunday produced the most magnificent thunderstorm. The hippos that mooched past our veranda seemed unperturbed.]