Wet Cat Thoughts Rain sparkles like crystals The windows are adorned. Thunder cracks as shooting pistols Clouds the sun have scorned. Gray the land of my latitude Trees and bush whip and sway, Melancholy now my attitude This time of Wellingtons at play. Streets awash cascading Ditches filled as samovars. Muddy waters speedy spating Water slides off passing cars. Water is everywhere Downspouts overflow, Copious cataracts fare Gravity fed to earth below. Indoor incarceration This storm front darkly sits As my spirit’s protestations Like a cat hisses and spits. ~ © Sharon (Leaway56@aol.com) ~ May 2004 BACK This is a LINKWARE webpage. You're welcome to use it providing you keep it intact and don't mix it with other graphics. You may, however, use a different title and different text. Be sure and include my Marilyn's graphics' button and a link back. http://www.geocities/writersearlyspring2004/ All poems and short stories on this website have a copyright. If you wish to use one or more on your website, contact the author for permission. If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Pussycat Springtime Little Things That Please Panorama of New York City Click the image and visit my new website. And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Early Spring 2004 Index