Poem A Day: Those clouds were the problem

‘Those are mammatus clouds,’ he told me.
I look upwards
True enough,
like mammary glands, I could see,

those clouds overhead.

I got into my car,
and off I went.
Rain came falling,
Visibility dwindling.
That’s the normal trend.

I started my wiper.
Oops, they flew off.
Problem…

Poem A Day Challenge Day 28