A poem I wrote on a stormy day. It's not very good - I wrote it quickly.
Watching from afar the waterlogged streets
Raindrops landing, pitter-pat, by my feet
A fine mist of water filling the air
Wind rustling leaves and blowing my hair
Storm drain clogged, the street overflowed
Trees bent, limbs broken, because of the blow
Carnage everywhere, the trash of the storm
Found in every imaginable form
Nature's tears, in sheets of rain
Clouds rendering every color quite plain
No umbrella, no boots, no coat of any sort
Watching the raindrops frolic and cavort
Only I venture in weather so gray
As day turns to night, and night turns to day.