#Clouds #Weather
The long stretched out stratus
had gathered around since lunchtime
goading the people behind the window
into a feeling that something wet
was going to fall on their heads
umbrellas were placed on standby
but although many wished it
and grasses and plants in gardens screamed out for it
while the mercury remained high
They sat in the evening sky
and decided to hold on to their buckets
at least until morning
The Inkwell 