This was the freebie for the February 2, 2021 Poetry Fishbowl,
originally hosted by DW user Dialecticdreamer. This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "sense of weather changes" square in
my 11-1-20 card for the Sense-Ation Bingo fest.
A Sense of Weather Changes
The atmosphere clings to skin,
Air and water, thick and thin.
Falling down mountain ranges,
A sense of weather changes.
Hot turns to cold, cold to hot;
First it's raining, then it's not.
[To be continued ...]