Rain sidles up in a commanding cloud -- early -- And so it waits in its cloud, like the awkward party guest who sits in his car, waiting to be fashionably late, but - not having decoded what "on-time" really means - arrives early, nevertheless.This entry was posted in Free Verse, poem, Poetry and tagged clouds, Free Verse, nature, poem, poetry, Rain, Vers Libre by B Gourley. Bookmark the permalink.
