Rainy March (a poem)

The third month

Daylight spreading

You hope for the heat to return

But it doesn’t

Rain falls like a curtain

Wind howls relentless

Birds return but find confusion

Flowers are undecided

Is it Spring or late Winter?

Climate change or a freak week?

Human, natural or God-driven?

And when will it turn?

Greyness abundant

Low clouds, low moods

Spring pastimes are paused indefinitely

I hate our weather

RC 12-3-19