NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 7

Seattle Wind Storm

Wind howls, tree branches break

— wait, there must be some mistake

I asked for fluffy clouds and sun

and didn’t get a single one.

This grey sky nonsense is the pits

instead of Green Lake, I just sits

waiting for some warm — oh, poop.

I think I’ll go heat up some soup.

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