Saturday, February 7, 2015

Uncooperative Weather

Those night winds only got worse.
They kept me awake.
When daytime finally rolled around,
it was miserable.
Sure, the wind had died down, but the ground was
wet and the air was just...yucky.

What little time I had on the patio was spent 
huddled under the chair.

After that I did nothing with my day.
By the time night fell, I was uncontrollably bored.
So I began my usual restless romp.

I was certain that, after all those hours had passed,
the weather had surely improved.
Mom was convinced of the opposite.
So all I could do was stare out the window of wishful thinking.

Truthfully, Mom was probably right.
After all, I could hear the wind picking up again.
I hate the wind.