Ponds form where should be grass,
sodden branches shake in the howling wind
- downpours and thunder, ominous noises in the south-
and you, uninvited guest from the far-away Gulf,
you overstay any reasonable visit!
Begone- time for you to move on!
A bluejay takes shelter under a dripping tree,
looks in my window- demands I make it stop raining!
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