It has been, Amoretti,

It has been such a rainy day,
That streets appeared horrendous,
Traffic went hay wire,
And time much got elapsed,

But still
The day had the breeze superb
Still the day painted poems at circular road
Before catching up the bridge to the Square
Where sitting quiet, perhaps Edmund Spenser
Thought of Amoretti,

And festivity in terms of the cityscape emerges
Like poems so softly blown by the air.