By guest poet Jerry White of The Passenger's View
As I made my way down the country road
in the wooded outskirts of my neighborhood,
I switched on my poetic radar
with hopes of capturing a moment of truth.
There wasn’t much to see that cloudy morning,
just the portentous overtones of rainy weather,
murky drops landing upon my windshield,
at once fulfilling the forecaster’s prophecy
while liquefying the white-purplish splotches
sprinkled about the car’s neglected exterior.
The other drivers going the opposite way
moved steadily towards their daily callings,
unmoved by the towering pines that swayed
an inch in the wind, half-excited for drink,
half in protest of Thor’s Mjöllnir.
And to be absolutely honest with you,
I should have been inspired by thirsty trees
and hovering mother ship storm clouds
with their synchronized photograph flashes,
sending messages from heaven and beyond.
But for now, I will have to be content with
this small goat farm at the four-way stop,
with a black and white border collie
on duty, running, tail-chasing.
Thanks to Jerry White, a fellow participant at Read Write Poem. Please welcome him to Adelaide West by leaving him a comment, and check out more of his work on his blog: The Passenger's View.
What is the most memorable experience you have had with rain or stormy weather? Whether pleasant, terrifying or depressing, tell your tale.