A Close Call Poem by Bryan Taplits

The rain smote so hard, so fast
There wasn't time to grunt
I never saw it rain this hard-
Not since I was a runt.
And then the sun came out-
Its steam was like a shout
My sweat poured out-
like the pelting rain-
I was a water spout
I thought I'd have to charge back home
To change my clothes, then go,
I couldn't wait for winter's aim-
I couldn't wait for snow.
My car's AC cooled me off
I thought: "This cold" has become my one true lust-
but then winter has too much snow, I mused-
And ice and frost and slush.
I thought again, then saw this sight,
And screeched my brakes,
and stopped just right-
Up ahead I saw… a traffic light!
So wisely decided
that
"I shouldn't entertain…
any more thoughts-
or go on anymore flights.'