Weather Poetic Bloomings

 A Weather Poem

 

Feeling pressure to write a weather poem

But my head is somewhere in the ozone

All blustery with this poetic drought

A mist of a muse, nothing coming out

 

So  here I sit in the doldrums and sigh

Hoping for a hurricane from on high

Perhaps a gully washer pouring down

Ideas to strike like lightning in town

 

But a dry Chinook wind blows through my thoughts

Or a haboob of dust leaving sand dots

Icicle ideas melt in the rain

Evaporating with nothing to gain

 

But then comes a rainbow with the bright sun

So with a flurry, my weather poem’s done.