These warm grey days
Staccato rain, occasional 
Blasts of wild west wind
Drop down the lee of the mountain 
Resonating with inner barometer 
Warm, still body
Turbulent thoughts, occasional 
Gusts of the past kick up
Sting the eyes, dry the mouth
Waiting for a warm spring downpour 
Persistent trill, soft beat of drum on skin
Melds with melancholy strings
A Symphony of meteorological sounds
Without and within