Francine Roberts Poet Free verse

Fickle Weather

This morning, when I awoke
The rain was thundering down.
So hard, so fast,
Sounding like drums on the roof.

Then... it stopped.

Now the sun is brightly beaming down.
The wet leaves, still dripping
Have a glorious shine to them.
Everything looks so bright,
Fresh.

Through the trees
I see the clear blue sky.
Soft white clouds
Where only an hour before
A dark rain cloud
Covered everything.

Fickle weather.

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Robert Pettit January 19, 2011 at 5:37 PM Yes, the weather can be fickle at times. You have described everything here quite well.

Sara Kendrick January 17, 2011 at 1:13 PM Very descriptive and expressive..I am glad that I chose this one to read this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara

Carol Sunshine Brown January 17, 2011 at 11:29 AM I am stopping by today to thank you for your kind comments Francine. It is always a pleasure to read your wonderful poetry. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire January 17, 2011 at 11:27 AM Very vivid description of a rainy morning, Francine. On such days (today was one of them), I prefer to go back to bed if possible and wait for that "clear blue sky." Love, Carolyn

Nette Onclaud January 16, 2011 at 5:06 PM tugging my heartstrings, francine! you're so good at twirling phrases... like the rain and shine inages:) hugggs, nette

Carrie Richards January 16, 2011 at 12:34 PM I feel I am there, watching the changes! :)

Deb Wilson January 16, 2011 at 11:59 AM so descriptive..loved it! love,Deb