The Rains Are Coming

The rains are coming despite the clear sky. The wind unsettles the atmosphere, there is an uneasy energy about. The wood animals scuttle, the dog prances, the horse paces, the cat chases, the fish dart. I cannot complete any one thing - skipping from one unfinished task to another, from one fleeting thought to the next. The rains are coming; I must store the cushions, cover the bikes, push the garden furniture under cover. I must bring in dry wood, pull down the laundry. I must look for the warmer bedspread, find my closed shoes and rain jacket.