You and I

This was not forecast
Though dark clouds hung in a big blue sky
And winds got up to rattle roofs

This bright March day
Began dry and sun filled.

Now I sit,
Wet right through,
Cold to the core,
Wind battered,
Face reddened,
Smarting.

I look for someone to blame,
The weather man or woman,
The unpredictability of spring.

I just feel conned into believing
It was going to be a beautiful day.