Et in Nubus Unde Perennis Aqua ( When the Clouds Draw their Unfailing Water )...

A sudden, but not unexpected shower

     splattering and scattering the drifts

of winter's sand, silt and powder;

     exploding like wet fireworks,
 leaving moist asterisks,

exclamation points on the ground,

     making soft drumming sounds

to those that may be listening,

    amid the dry spots that can be found

until all is wet and glistening

     As the landscapers hurry to keep dry,

they keep an eye upon the sky

    scowls on their faces
 and resignation in their eyes

as they have little choice
and less voice to utter their complaints

    as the water paints them grey and grim

They, like us, are creatures of Nature's whim;

    you can fight it or you can run

but whether you're safe
and dry within or out amid it

    the weather will have its way and its say...