It is a day.
A miserable day.
I hear
Thunder booming,
Rain crashing,
And the slosh
Of my brother’s rain boots.
I watch
Through my window.
I see
Trees getting wet,
Look closely and see
Tiny droplets
Of water.
I see a car
Struggling to see
In the fogginess
And rain.
I am thankful
That I
Have a roof
Above my head.
In this pour down
Of rain.