Stubborn weather- hot, and humid,
day after day.
Each dawn the sky’s stained pink,
“red skies at morning, sailor’s warning.”
The scarlet clouds give way to dull gray.
The light is dim,
as rooms turn dark at midday.
The rain drips down the window pane,
streaking the glass,
When will this pattern break?
When will the foul winds be swept out to sea,
bringing cool, sweet breezes
to sweep the cobwebs from my brain,
and change the course of my destiny?