The Weatherman predicts
a partially sunny day.
But the Poet doesn't care
if it rains or if the sun shines;
there's poetry in every kind of weather.
An idea for a poem
blows in like a sudden storm,
words dropping into the Poet's mind
in a clear, quick rhythm
like the pitter-pat of rain
against the rooftop.
An image seen in the shadow of a cloud
suddenly sparks another poem
quick as lightning forking the sky.
Fair weather or foul,
the Poet welcomes all possibilities.
The Poet predicts today will be
a day with a chance of poems.