I'm Ivette, a poet from the ironically named town, Albrightsville.

The Man & The Thunder
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Pressed noses against the window
Smearing the glass again
Mom shakes her head & cleans
Watching her daughter and her friend

A strike of lightning blows
The children jump & shake
Clouds forming a tank of gray
As another causes a quake

Droplets fill the rocky roads
And run to the nearest drain
Thunder goes off & on
Screeching like a stopping train

The girl giggles & points across
The street; A man soaking wet
He stood there, looking at the sky
With an animal; his pet

"Mom, why is he standing there?
Its raining outside & he's out.
No umbrella, no hat
He doesn't care that he's wet as a trout."

Mother replied,"People hard to rea.
He could've been caught in the rain
Or he just likes the weather
Does that answer your question, Jane?"

Jane smiled & turned away without a word
She & her friend left to the playroom
The clouds cleared & Mom looked out
The amn disappeared at the last boom.
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I'M BORED....lol. sorry. ^_^