I am driving through the rain again.
The wind is calm.
Sheets of rain fall from ominous clouds.

The road is wet and slippery.
Each hour bring us closer to a flood.
The forecast says the storms might end tonight.

I’m at my destination now.
I get out and spread an umbrella.
I step into a puddle and splash.
My wet ankles are tired of it all.
I’ll retire early tonight.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Today’s Weather By Leland Francisco [Image license]