Weather Or Not: a Poem About Rainstorms
Drenching Rain
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;
unerringly down our necks,
running through gutters,
Traveling home to the sea.
© 2010 Liz Elias