Month of Poetry, Day 28

Something's going to change
says the rain to the dejected
seagulls crouched on the boardwalk

Something's going to change
cry the roiling waves washing
trees down the rising river

Something's going to change
calls the wind whip-whipping
the flags clinging to the flagpole

Something's going to change
says the rain rat-a-tat-tap dancing
on the hoods of vehicles parked
and waiting for something to change