Grey clouds hug the horizon
But sunshine pours through,
Pinpointing the green of the trees and
Reflecting off the metal roofs of the neighbourhood.
Across the street, lorikeets squeak and flutter
In the leaves of the Royal Poinciana
Shimmering green and red and yellow as they fight
Over orange blossoms brimming with nectar.
It’s going to rain all week, it says.
In fact, it’s raining now.
Flashes of lightening and drops of rain
Move across the screen.
But out the window, the breeze and the sun and the birds