It has rained every day here in this corner of west Wales since October 31st. We have got used to floods on the roads as the water continually runs off the land onto lanes where gulleys overflow and drains are blocked by debris. Last weekend we decided to go on foot to a friend's place, which is less than a mile away through the woods, much further via flooded roads in the car. It was still raining, but hey, there was a party at the end of the journey.
(We only had to walk back afterwards!)
Your nose runs, you sniff,
wipe it on the back of your soaked glove,
this doesn’t help,
it makes your nose more wet,
but at least there is no one to see
deep in the night forest where
tree trunks loom in the torch beam
and brown leaves shine on the ground
as you slip, slither and slide
down the steep valley side,
hang onto branches for balance so
squeezed moss fills your hands with rain.
Step through roaring streams,
stumble up the other side,
search out the path in torchlight,
skid down again on slipping mud,
the only sounds the thunder of bursting becks,
the constant drip of rain, and
your nose sniffing to no effect.
The world is drowning.