Eight-line Poems

An Ill Wind

An Ill Wind

It’s an ill wind that blows no one good,
it’s a hard rain that raises your hood,
a fierce drought that lingers too long,
a frozen winter with blizzard’s song.

It’s the thickest fog that holds us blind,
and the darkest night that looms unkind,
but take them all, put them together,
and in the end it’s all just weather.


Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets
For Express It In Eight, 03.07.24
Prompt: Bad weather.