Branches dance with plastic bags
Frozen blokes curse unlit fags
Bins colliding crash and clatter
Contents freed then spread and scatter
Ice ball bearings sandblast all
Shoppers shelter in the mall
Brollys useless inside out
Power wash from water spout
Frantic clouds race with aircraft
Barometrics having a laugh.
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isn-t-it-windy-no-it-s-thursday-so-am-i-let-s-go-to-the-pub/
