Happy Drenching

         Anticipation of tricking and treats

         drives the candy seekers onto the streets.

         The wet wind pushes, pummels and shrieks,

         a weather banshee with foggy streaks.

         A drizzle begins and then it is pouring.

         Tough for witches to fly or be soaring.

         Their peaked hats crumple, their brooms sweep the ground.

         Their wicked wild hair tangles, blows all 'round.

         Shimmery fairy wings quiver and slip.

         Shiny tinfoil wands unravel, crush, rip.

         vampire blood will smear, be 'splotchety.'

         Drenched capes hang heavy, Counts are 'crotchety.'

         Spooked spirits become mud-splattered and sag.

         The storm snaps their sheets into flapping flags.

         Despite the precipitation dreary

         Halloween participation's cheery.

         Revelers refuse to accept the gloom.

         They parade along under costume plume.

         Puddles invite splashing, sploshing, stomping,

         giggling, squealing, dizzy twirling, 'glomping.'

         The fun's not been dampened nor washed away.

         This once a year dress-up makes the best day. ( 22 lines )