Comments about Elena Plotkin
The clouds gathered and the sun withdrew,
The raindrops fell right on through.
The puddles formed beneath my feet,
A welcome respite from the heat.
'Ha! Take that you old scorcher!
We've had enough of your torture!
Your sweltering ways are over for today!
So now that you're gone, just stay away! '
A breeze once faint, fair, and light,