The sun was shining – just a minute ago.
Now the clouds move in – hanging low.
There’s a flash in the sky – a clap of thunder
you look at each other – start to wonder.
The wind picks up – the trees start to rustle
you gather your goodies – start to hustle.
Hoping to beat the rain on the way
nothing more to do – nothing more to say.
You run for cover – hoping to keep dry
the storm is faster – drops buckets from the sky.
Laughing and joking – soaked by the rain
fun was had by all – really no pain.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©