*Written for day 21 of the PAD challenge. Prompt "According to (blank)".
we're due for rain again, and
with it all the truck of
raincoats and boots and
sopping socks, the wayward
wind blowing the umbrellas
backwards--you see them,
abandoned, in a huff, at the
side of the road, when only a little
patience could set them right.
I don't need a weatherman to
know what way the wind blows---
I watch it in your eyes, those
hurricanes brewing up, thick-
barreled, carrying away the cattle
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