It’s really strange to think about the weather. Everyone talks about it. But does anyone really think about it?
Like right now, the weather shows me I have a hurricane headed my way. The weather tells me that the calm before the storm is here, with bright blue skies, and just a few clouds.
The weather tells me a lot. But I think it means that I should do my laundry, and I think I should prepare for a storm, for some rain. I think it means that you can write a poem.
This post is really about a poem I already wrote about being published. But maybe it’s a poem of itself too.
Check out “80% Chance of Rain” on Ink & Nebula.
Hunter Blackwell 