Stand and let the wind blow
You can see the cloud boil and flow
The rain starts and falls from the sky
Face the wind as the rain stings and flies
Water flows in endless streams across the road
Your way ahead marred by rain as it hits and explodes
Then a break of blue occurs as the rain peters out
The water slips away as the sunlight returns with clout.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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