The sky is gray, overcast with clouds.
the air is salty and damp; there is a cool breeze
which hits your arms as you sit alone on the beach
(drinking a can of ice-cold cola). This is your favorite
place to be on days like this. When the weather's hot and sunny
it's too crowded--then you can't think or enjoy yourself.
You feel a raindrop on your arm, and soon the rain
picks up and thunder begins to roll.
But it's summer; the rain is warm, so you won't freeze.
You love this place dearly, especially on a rainy day.
{revision of an early NaPo poem}
