You’d think all this rain

could fall somewhere else. It’s worn

out its welcome here.

~

At the very least,

could clouds not contain their rain

‘ til above some arid plain?

When energy ebbs,

and somnolence settles in,

is it just the equinox?

~

Maybe, but it could

 mean you’ve done too much and need

to rest and just be. 

I wish I could say

I’d live to see the day he’d

lead with reason and fair play.

~

In this troubled age,

roiled masses vent their rage

by maligning every sage.

Measures of success

often, inadvertently,

speak volumes of our failures.

~

Each accomplishment

carries with it the burden

of relinquishment.

School’s back in session.

Learning resumes – except in

certain Washington quarters.

~

Some folk still belong

in remedial classrooms,

study halls, and detention.

Outrageous orange,

salmon, scarlet, and sanguine:

this post-storm palette on high.

~

Aftermath beauty

a natural solace for our

exhausted, storm-weary souls.

Even the weather

is teasing us – one minute

the sun, the next, a downpour.

~

This twisted weather,

so, so unpredictable,

No global warming! Trust me!

Cloudbursts and lightning,

gales and inundation; just

more adolescent weather.

~

It sounds like you’ve been

reading some of the latest

presidential tweets.

If it’s wisdom we’re

after, where do you suggest

we begin to look?

~

Start by looking back

at the bitter lessons learned

from our myriad failures.

Why must some feel robbed

of the chance to battle nature

when fate’s winds grant a reprieve?

~

They may not realize

 we may win a battle, but

we will always lose the war.