Wash Out

The art fair's planned way in advance;
The artists, grateful for the chance
To have their artwork on display,
Just hope that buyers come their way.

I'm sure today they weren't pleased;
The weather gods were not appeased, 
For pouring rain fell from the skies
And crowds were sparse, not a surprise.

I stopped beside each covered booth
To get a glimpse, although, in truth, 
I really wasn't out to buy.
(No room upon my walls is why.)

It seemed most vendors didn't bail
But likely some made not one sale,
But that's the risk of outdoor shows;
We bow to Nature, I suppose.