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.