Storms

 

Rains have drenched me to the soul.

Left chilled to the bone.

Breath of air leaves with a puff.

The ground soaked and left muddy.

Drains and gutters overflow with debris.

Roads and streets washed with down pours.

Detours for flooding and cellars pumped.

We were once so dry, to end the fire warnings.

All now wet, soaked and moist.

I attempt to wipe the wetness away

No towel can find me dry.