Mediocre at best–don’t say it if you’ve heard it before!
I wrote this quickly while looking out my window. The weather has been so terrible lately. From my window, I can see the rain coming close before it actually gets here, which is such an interesting phenomenon because there’s barely anything you can do about it.
You have to just ride it out and hope you’re not caught in it. It also brought back a memory of something similar, where I was caught in a huge downpour after a baseball game.
We all watched the rain coming right towards us, and we ran as fast as we could across the field and to the parking lot. That’s where this poem comes from, and perhaps, it’s a metaphor for plenty of other helpless points in our lives.
The storm is moving in
while the sky at the other end,
where we’re standing,
is still bright.
However, the wind’s picking
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