M. L. Kiser Poet Personification

The Tantrum

Old man wind pulled back the ocean waters 
and funneled them into his watering can; 
sprinkled them across the state; 
over-watering every garden in sight.

A flood, six inches of water invaded my basement; 
a three inch wading hole in the street and 
a fortune in appliances and furniture was lost.  
Afterwards he painted a rainbow in a cloudy sky and 
started over again.  
His tantrum lasted for two weeks.

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Marikate Kingston March 16, 2025 at 1:00 PM Good grief, that must have been awful No raincoat or umbrella could make that situation better. YIKES. A canoe maybe. Living in the north I've only been in horrific snow storms where people have to shovel off their roofs. The weather seems to be having tantrums all over the United States, due to global warming too.

Gershon Wolf August 13, 2022 at 7:59 PM I agree. 'Tantrum' is the word to describe this one! Old Man Wind unaccountably turns into a brat! ~ gw

Rico Leffanta August 13, 2022 at 10:57 AM KY or Japan? God may not throw dice, but certainly has an impish nature! Aloha!