The Weather
A multipolar poem
I often sit and wonder about the mind of the weather
One minute it’s calm, then next it blows away anything not tied to a tether
Just this morning I took a sunny stroll through the park
Until clouds approached from nowhere and suddenly it became dark
The gentle breeze that first tickled my cheeks and teased the leaves
Turned into a gale that tousled my hair and swung branches with heaves
And before long, what was a light sprinkle of rain
Became a deluge I couldn’t sustain
So, I leaned into that inclement wind
And made my way back, feeling appropriately chagrined
Then, as I arrived home all exhausted and wet
The clouds parted as if the weather reset
And after drying off, I contemplated venturing out again
But refrained at the thought that Madame Weather was a
Comedienne!
© Alex Godley | May 2022
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