In a moment of utter madness I tweeted that I would write a poem on any subject given to me - it being National Poetry Day. My friend Claire suggested I write about "Your subject: Scandinavian witches who'd sell wind to sailors. Artists make indoor rain room." This is for her and it's a freewrite.
The Rain Room
Singing about always taking the weather with you is all good but what about those
of us who travel light. No umbrellas, nothing as considered as walking shoes
and even our swimwear will dissolve in the sea. Instead we look to our elders.
Women who carried nothing more than a spell or two under their hats,
whose idea of magic was escaping rain even when it fell through the ceiling.
Storms mean nothing to witches who can sing their way to a brighter day.