AprilPoWriMo 18

Pattern of weather 
as good a metaphor as any
for the year this far

a new beginning
thwarted by unmasked marauders
storming every edifice

the way the sun makes
its triumphant appearance
only to give way

to the clouds that were
always less than a zip code away
providing non-torrential droplets

that gather in stagnant water
waiting to be overrun by green