Stormy Weather
Storm clouds overhead,
Rain in the forecast.
Wind's picking up,
Loose leaves soar past.
The skies open up,
Here comes the rain.
Loose leaves flowing,
Down a storm drain.
Streets are awash,
Umbrellas are high.
Pedestrians run,
Trying to keep dry.
Taxis drive past,
Splash pedestrians.
Their pace picks up,
Like Equestrians.
The storm clouds pass,
The wind whispers by.
The sun comes out,
And the streets run dry.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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