I’m not much of a poet. But weather like last night’s makes me want to at least try.
The Chinook winds marched into town last night, Banging pots and pans and shouting Slogans of change. They rattled the windows of the courthouse and Swung from the trees in Central Park, while the neighbors Huddled inside, waiting for the Revolution to begin. Around 5 A.M., the weary watchers slept. And, When they awoke, the streets had been Swept clean, the dirty snow Hauled away. And the grey sun said, "Now, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat."
I’m definitely going to need a nap today.