this is the weather
they all
talk about
rain that vacillates
from a constant drizzle
to pounding, pouring
no umbrella can
withstand the wind
no coat can restrain the chill
the clouds hug my shoulders
weeping, dark
and shifting
seems it
will last forever
but I know better
it only lasts
long enough
to keep them away
Great poem, Jim! I linked to this from my blog.
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