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