Wet Afternoon Poem by Barry Middleton

it's not exactly raining
the sky is just complaining

that's what we get in June
the east wind blows a tune

that I know all too well
the sea in the conch shell

claims the storm is coming
the faint distant drumming

the Florida tropical storm
struggles to transform

the hush of intermission
like a divine musician

it's just another season
I do not know the reason

but seasons here are few
like ones that I once knew

the hot the cool the wet
the storms I won't forget