The Weather God

The god of Welsh weather 

doesn’t speak Welsh.

She’s tried. 

She’s really tried.

She’s wept tears

of frustration.

She’s wept tears 

of anger.

She’s wept tears 

of sadness,

tears cascading like rivers

from the mountains 

to the sea.

It’s the vowels

she finds hard.

And the consonants.

And the mutations.

And the way it changes 

over such a short distance

so there’s hardly time for her 

to blow a tiny puff of wind 

and make a small cloud,

but not enough to make it

rise above the mountains

so it hangs low still

in a sad, sullen mist

matching her mood.

And now

it’s raining again

the Weather god 

is trying

to speak Welsh.

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