If You Wait Long Enough

A poem about the weather

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The grey day encompasses all
The rain beating at quarter-hour intervals
No sun to treat the newly budding limbs of the Elms
With the rich sun light it needs to flourish
For a moment, the rain turns into a mist
As if a shadow has cast its gloom on all I see
From my window that I’ve cracked I feel a breeze
It teases me like a sort of wet sheet before it’s thrown into the dryer
I fear the family photos all tightly arranged on the nearby table
may be soaked I close the window
The rain pounds for a moment and the breeze becomes a wind
Looking out pedestrian's scatter as their umbrellas fold and break
Next time they should listen to the morning news
and be better prepared for this downpour
And then as predicted by Joe the weather man
the sun peeks through as the clouds move away
We may have a nice day yet
As they say…
“If you wait long enough the weather will change.”
— WOLRAD

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #324)