The trees are drenched wicked
by this dreadful day
as clouds blister rain
from over the bay.

The train tracks are dire
waterlogged and rotten
the clothes I put on the line
are bedraggled and sodden.

This day of unkind winds
could make willows weep
or blow a grown man
straight off his feet.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris