The Forecast for Today
by cricketjeff on January 3, 2012. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A deep depression in the Iceland Sea,
Combine, or so the weathermen explain,
To build the gales that aim their ire at me.
Then curtained rain cascading down the street
Engulfs me like Niagara in spate
With sodden hair and underwater feet
I stand to curse the vagaries of fate
You’ll rarely see a wetter suit than mine;
I’m dripping like a horror-movie beast.
Once back indoors the sun begins to shine,
The banks of clouds roll blackly to the East.
I wish that I had waited half an hour
And missed the promised “fairly heavy shower”!
You’ve read all my best sonnets so I thought you deserved something new
And it did rain VERY hard!