Drenched

Drenched

All of a sudden,

the downpour begins.

In seconds, you

are drenched.

Clothes soggy,

hair matted down.

Shoes making that

squishy sound.

You begin to dry

out before you

can comprehend

what hit you.

Links

Meter, Beat and Feet

Summer Music Poetry Art

Sandra Moran Alphabet Soup Radio Book Club

Sandra Moran Alphabet Soup Radio Book Club April 9 Podcast

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

Author Page

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