I was told that it was
A Weather Bomb
Whatever that is
But as I left the house
The loft door
At the top of the stairs
Was dislodged
By a gust of wind
Which amazed me
After repositioning it safely
I wandered down
Towards the sea
I was alone apart from a couple
Of dog walkers
Dragging their miserable pets
Through the deep puddles
The winds when I reached the beach
Were very violent
And gusting dangerously
I filmed the wilderness of the sea
For a few minutes
Using my trusty phone
Which shook wildly in my hand
And remembered
That only a few short weeks ago
I was paddling in the sea nearby
As normal I picked up a few pebbles
Which was a difficult occupation
With the rain pistol whipping my face
I had only been away
For about fifteen minutes
But I was soaked through
Which was not good news
Before my first coffee of the day
Storm Chaser
02/11/23