I walked 2,000 steps toward south and east,
to buy some groceries that filled my pack.
I looked at clouds and with the weight increased,
I waited for a bus to take me back.
I saw the clouds hint drizzle’d come at least.
I noted triple crows in corvid black.
I wondered if they sensed approaching rain
while wire-perched above our shared domain.

(Ottava Rima)