“Crow Hill” The line from this poem of “When it is not wind it is rain” reminded me of every day in Florida. The weather here is so bipolar. One second it can be a sky full of direct sunshine and then the next second it is pouring down rain with a heavy overcast and booming thunder. Most of the time I am inside when this happens but a few times I have been caught outside. Once when this happened recently, my whole family and I were at Poe Springs for my seventeenth birthday on a Sunday in August. It was around noon and was piping hot, so we all want for an initial swim. After an hour or two, we were all hungry so we began to unpack everything we brought for a picnic lunch. There were all the fixings for sandwiches, a variety of snacks, and
