I was in a waiting area today when a woman, about to go outside, asked if it was raining. As she put on her coat, her scarf, and her leather gloves to leave the building, this is what she had to say.  I put it into poetic form.

Today it was such
a dreary day
cold, wet
no sun
not even a sparkle

Heavy rain on Thanksgiving
Those balloons
will go flying about
unmoored

Bumping into things

Torrential rains, winds
that’s what they’re saying

But there’s something to be said for
a cold, dark Thanksgiving
like an old friend
Hello, there you are