The weather in here
is stormy
and hungry,
banging shutters
and screen doors
because it can.
An in-between rain
makes umbrellas
necessary and ridiculous,
and it spits
all over my hair.
The weather in here
is yellow, sulfurous.
When will it change?
I don’t know —
tell me what you’ve heard.
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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write about the weather.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I absolutely love this!💜 You describe wonderfully the many joys and woes of rain.
Thank you so much, Sanaa!
I’m sensing an indoor tempest of sorts. Lovely play with the weather.
Thank you! And yes, it was interior sort of turmoil that I was describing.
I loved this! Well said.
Thank you, Sherry! Your name has weather in it. 🙂
I relate to the feeling, rain can be a bummer,,,enjoyed this very much,,
Thanks, Elle!
You describe the weather as a toddler with a tantrum… love it.
Thanks, Bjorn!
You are a good writer, but in this case, this is a paragraph, not a poem. Read it without the line breaks and that’s what it is.
Well, any feedback is good! Perhaps another day’s poem will better fit what you have in mind. Thanks for stopping by.
The weather in here.. speaks of stormy emotions. Your layers of meaning are very subtle.
Oh yes, I know days like that!
A tornado of emotion!
Yes, that’s exactly what yesterday was like. 🙂