As The Clouds Roll By . . . . 03/20/2011
 The winter rains fall from clouds not so high, Swept by the swirling winds that blow so strong. Dark clouds racing so fast across the sky, I hope the sun will shine before too long. As I wade through the puddles soaking wet, A car comes by and splashes me some more. Lightning flashes and you can bet, That I will make a mad dash to my door. Inside my house the lights blink off and on, The room is dark; I cannot see a thing. I hear a crash out on my front lawn. I wonder what else this fun day will bring. The angry winter storms may blow on through, But soon we'll see the summer skies of blue. ~ Pat Timm Commentsrainlady 03/21/2011 07:35
Mr. Timm, I always look forwards to your interesting introspective insight on our unsual weather in wet Wash-a-ton, when I went to comment on weathersystems.com to come to find out, whitty weather writing is only a tidge of your talent. Leave a Reply | "The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." - Henry Miller
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