A Blue-Chrome Sky | An Israeli Poem - 27 December, 2025 A blue-chrome sky The rain, or rather the on-and-off deluge, has polished the skies to a bright chrome. Large clouds strive to hide our solid sun but the light pace like a hidden metronome Flood-filled grays tried its best to reign But the blue would often glow through Or at least sent a few bright rays Turning the storm clouds a lighter hue Dark and charcoal and ash-grey colours With loud noise and scary-looking shadows Eventually fracture over our ancient hilltops In Israel the melody of light never stops. Flood-filled grays tried its best to reign But the blue would often glow through Or at least sent a few bright rays Turning the storm clouds a lighter hue In Israel the melody of light never stops Zichron Yaakov, 27 December, 2025
Rain is so precious and anticipated here in Israel. Our long hot summers parch the land, man and beast. It's not just the heat - the hot winds from the Arabian peninsula squeeze the last drops of life out of any living organism and cover everything with a thick layer of dust. It is no wonder that by the end of September, we start looking at the skies. Our very souls thirst for rain by then. This is also when religious Jews start to pray for rain three times a day in their daily prayers. By the end of September, we've all had enough Israelis start opening their weather apps again to check the weather. During the summer it is very unnecessary to know that it will be another HOT day. We don't need to see a big dark red warning sign, filled with an impossible high number, to know that it hot as hell. Again and again, for every single day of our long hot summers? Come September, we wait with bated breath for that first rain shower. It is called "yoreh" At first, I th...