Storm with thunder thrown in

A pea souper sky

stair rods from on high

hitting my decking

no word of a lie

A waterfall cascading

out of my yard

into the track

and it’s coming down hard

The  apple trees  loaded

ice crystals still

lying in the grass

the wind it’s so shrill

the thunder, the anger

theres light in the sky

rain on the skylight

its coming from high

Dolgellau is feeling it

Moelwynion looks clear

looming out of the wet mist

Lightening and fear,

crescendo

great cracking, anger we hear

its gone  very still

more lightening we see

the storms overhead

it’s rumbling free

Wind  being drawn

the mountain is leaving

being swollen by mist

its now all believing.

an ugly fist

we have had the eclipse

great drum rolls we hear

the house hears the rumbling

honest the fear

Resembles a roaring

a monster  like fire

The  Molwyns

bare witness

to the Welsh  Dragons ire