Weather Or Not
Weather or Not
Wind outside my window,
hollers through the trees,
Yelps across the rooftops
and slams itself against the walls.
Rain is hostage of the wind--
hurled with deadly force against the hills and town,
Shattered droplets reconvene
and flow on their escape,
Dripping purposefully off eaves,
running through gutters,
Traveling home to the sea.
© 2/5/96; rev. 10/8/97C.E. Carl
© 2/14/10 (rev 5-7-10) C.E. (Carl) Elias
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