David Lessard

Umbrellas In The Wind - Poem by David Lessard

Umbrellas in the wind, it's crazy,
the pelting rain, skies so hazy;
the November day is cold and wet,
but I'll take what I can get.

Umbrellas in the wind, it's wild,
I was wrong, the weather wasn't mild;
but I was bundled up just fine,
prepared to walk the rainy line.

Umbrellas in the wind, it's freaky,
when clouds above are streaky;
when the north wind blows so strong,
it's moans are like a haunting song.

Umbrellas in the wind, they bend,
give way and break, in the end;
and the rain finds you less prepared,
but wind and rain, they do not care.

Umbrellas in the wind, it's weird,
not dependable, just as I feared;
the chilly wind made one big racket,
I forgot my gloves-thank God for
pockets in my jacket!

Comments about Umbrellas In The Wind by David Lessard

  • Rookie - 390 Points Marie Shine (12/5/2013 11:37:00 AM)

    I so enjoyed reading this delightful poem, penned with humour, Dave. You paint a picture for your reader of the weather you are currently experiencing, which is the same for many of us at the moment. The visual detail is indepth and allowed me to see in my mind what the words spoke to me, as I read. Lovely work! A nicely crafted write, after reading which I now know a lot about umbrellas, inclement weather and not to forget my gloves when I venture out. Thank you for sharing... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 5, 2013

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