Jan 10, 2023
Downpour
Pitter, patter, trickle and pour,
Drip, drop, plop bouncing off my umbrella.
Splish, sploshing in the puddles,
BOOM, zap, crack!
The sky is alive and aglow,
Glaring me in the eye.
The howling gales blow through me, I lose my footing,
I land in a heap.
Soaked through to my shivering core,
More and more she pours.
I’d rather be sipping hot cocoa, warm and dry.
Than slipping and dripping, wet through.
Elise Smith©
