A contrast in weather

Part 1

on a warm Welsh night
one can see the moon
window-beating in random, albeit in haze

the chinking of glassware in an open garden
the wooden chimes of a neighbour
play a musical smörgåsbord of quiet noise

a train goes by, the whistle a perfect fourth
one may get the occasional bird cry
or catch the trickle of the Gafenni

the orange street lighting
in quiet contrast with anything
the brush of plant against window

on a warm Welsh night
one can see the moon
window-beating in random, returning your gaze

Part 2

on a cold Welsh night
one can see the rain
window-beating in random, making a maze

just a few people about
hunched in thick coat
going to the corner shop

the rest are at home
enjoying music on the wireless or
the mental poison of the goggle box

the wind picks up
in a howl of temporary energy
the hissing gas fire, the curtains drawn to

on a cold Welsh night
one can see the rain
window-beating in random, enjoying the haze