The Weather Change Poem by Gayle Dorsky

The weather changes like my mood.
New York is so abrupt
I feel like shutting up
The rain keeps crying
I feel like sighing.
Snowing is white as
my skin pales in the nite.
Seeing all the wind through my dark window, in disbelief
I am glad somewhat that I am indoors
Although I am frightened indoors, What a relief.
Seeing the mishaps the very next day.
I feel like running away.
But I decided to stay.
It was unpredictable everyday.
I can not wait to go for long walks in May.