Storm Chaser

Decked out in your sailing gear, gloves,
safety vest, impatience and an annoying hat
I toyed with the tempting warmth of the fire, leather sofa
and boisterous kids

The storm was victorious.
I left the sanctuary and strayed into Nature's hostility
battered and blown, pelted with raindrops
or were they mini rocks ?

Was it hail ?
No, just sore rain............

Amazed by the tidal high, lifting the yachts
to a sullen, tarry sky.
A sky whipping up, accelerating a commotion
of anger in earlier fluffiness.
Now a swirling mass hovers above me.

I can barely see, my eyebrows futile strips,
no longer barriers to the rain.
The gale pushes a puddle into greatness,
sweeping it along.

The fuzzy tangerine light illuminating the show.

The rock rain subsides, but leaves inches
for me to paddle home
squelching in sodden shoes
my toes are unfeeling.
I wring out my gloves and laugh.....