Poetry

Road Rain (#609)

The road is a parking lot when it rains,
Giving my patience serious exercise pains,
People just can’t drive in this weather,
So now we’re all stuck on the road together,
Windshield wipers beat back and forth,
Traffic is stuck both southbound and north,
From my vantage, no one seems to be moving,
My outlook this morning isn’t improving,
I’m wondering how long we can stay still,
Behind the wheel how much time can I kill?
All I can do is sit and watch the raindrops,
And hope that sometime the standstill stops,

Any Thoughts?

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