Poem for National Poetry Day

Water, water, everywhere

You speculate wildly on the weight of clouds,

Without worrying about the rain they contain.

“Enough water to crush a car,”

You tell me.

So that now the floating, fluffy whites,

No longer hold a silver lining,

But a shining, heavy weight.

You bandy your statistics without pause,

While I decide it’s time to duck indoors.