Not Even Clouds

All week long, frigid mornings

And warm afternoons,

Cold sweats,

Hot sweats.

Thursday comes and it’s time

To wisen up, no coat

Just my experience and hope

To keep me warm until the P.M.

That’s the day that mother nature

Couldn’t hold it any longer,

Leaking out so rapidly

Not even clouds could absorb

Before soaking me through.

– Vagabond Prophet