My second poem for the day is about weather, from the prompt at Wild Violet:
NAPOWRIMO 2020 - Prompt 26 View from our window on a rainy day
Apartment Weather
Steam clouds sail by, puffed
from the laundry room below.
Each time, I forget
this weather event's
origin. Mistake them for
smooth fog, fast-moving
storm clouds, or smoke.
That instant of concern --
of wonder --
replaced by chagrin.
- April 26, 2020