Here in Geelong today we had some cool summer showers, which reminded me of the 2020 summer, when the devastating bushfires were raging throughout Australia, and in late January, we were in desparate need of some relieving summer rain.
Feature Image Above: I’m standing in light rain, at the end of my lane, but the sky is still a smokey haze, which is very eerie…..


Left. A smokey beach in the morning Right. Looking straight at the sun on the beach


Left. The smokey sky and sun at end of my lane. Right. The thunderstorm this afternoon
Eerie Sky, Teasing Rain
The eeriness is hard to explain
Our sky is smokey again
But here I stand in the rain
At the end of my dusty lane
Smelling the stench of our fiery haze
Now mixed with the aroma of wet maize
I’m stunned, and unearthly amazed
As Thor’s neon lights add to my daze
This summer storm is yet to fully expound
Tiny drops are struggling to cover the ground
The day’s hot, but our sun cannot be found
And this afternoon’s darkness leaves me spellbound
Footnote: When I was about to post this article, the heavy rain did come…. At last the sky did start crying over the fires of South-Eastern Australia, and gave our exhausted firefighters a timely reprieve.


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G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
In Britain, we complain about the rainy weather forgetting how wonderful and life-saving rain can be. Wonderful and thoughtful post, great writing and perfect images. KL ❤️
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Thank you KL for your thoughtful comments … Australia is officially the dryest continent on the planet, and when ferocious bushfires are raging, any rain is a welcome relief …
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Well described with excellent photographs
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Yeah .. I’m not a good photographer
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Exceptional image captures.
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Thank you kindly… I only have an iPhone for the photos 🤗🌏
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That was an excellent poem.
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Thank you kindly 🤗🌏
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This is a beautiful poem Ivor. Very vivid descriptions
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Thank you Sadje for your lovely comments 🤗🌏😍
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My pleasure dear friend
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Beautiful poem and I love the eerie photos!
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Eer
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Thank you Eugenia… the sky’s eeriness was like that for weeks on end
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