Dry the Rain

You put your washing on the line

when the weather forecast was for the big yellow sunshine

and the travel reporter said all the roads are clear

and the dishwasher has been filled with salt

and all the trousers have been ironed

even though they didn't to be, you just like ironing.

The kitchen was clean it's so hard to get rid of

coagulated porridge, scooping it into the bin

wiping the surfaces until they smelt of lemon.

Your tortoises have never been happier

and both your children are so good at telling stories

and you went for a run in your new trainers

but the rain cloud that wasn't supposed to be there

turned up without its lanyard,

walked through security without any accrediation.

The world is so different without the yellow from the sky.

We're standing in our gardens waiting for our clothes to dry.