What a lovely hue for a sky!
Startling Carolina Blue
bordered by whip-cream-white cumulus,
Give them damn Yankees
a taste of our medicine!)
All that humidity drenching the air
as if never there.
Rivers breaching their banks now,
clogged with rain-drain and ocean-surge,
creating, for days, maybe weeks,
Archipelagos in the Piedmont
and a misplaced string of barrier islands
stitching our Great Dismal Swamp,
while my soggy neighbor proclaims,
in a one-upping stretch,
how much more tempestuous
was his hurricane-war
repents her little snit.
Florence flows away.