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, 

          down necks,

                    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
 
 
The text below is informational in nature only, 
and will reappear in many of my pieces, and can be ignored.
 
 
 
 
This is extra 'content' added at the end to fill space 
for no better reason than that "Hub Pages" wants to
 take it upon itself to dictate to a writer how long
 their compositions should be.  I have numerous poems 
that are very short, and this piece of fluff-fill 
will appear at the end of each and every one of them.

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