grey clouds lurking up above
guarding my clubs in a bag
ground slushy from night rain
spikes bite a shoe dip; mud
squirting off blades of grass
slippery scary fall on my pants
draining slowly taking toll
drive to mall is same call
day getting darker; minutes
crows flying, squirrel running
could be nice weather coming
call it a day i've done my waiting
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/121110c-so-wet-to-play/
