Another weather related poem.  Don’t know about the last stanza, but I’m not changing things now.

Storm clouds overhead,
Bring with them dread.

Rain falls to the ground,
Water falling around.

The birds take to wing,
Some even continuing to sing.

Hunting for the right weather,
Not wishing to tether.

To one spot for the duration,
As the mist begins it’s saturation.

Of the body’s waiting erect,
To be shown to my pet.

Who is waiting with baited breath,
To see what she has left.

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