Clouds glower, overcast
and amassed along the horizon.
From Toledo to Buffalo
across the lake gathering fuel.
The winds are stiff and cool
blowing the leaves from the branches
prematurely, enhancing the beauty and effect.
I suspect the rain to fall any moment,
leaving me up a creek without an umbrella.
This fella isn’t waterproof, but enjoys
a good downpour now and again.
There’s a storm front rapidly approaching
and it is encroaching on this late summer’s day.