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