Facing The Storm At first, unremarkable wisps of cloud, cool breeze turns leaves, flash their pale underside. Some miles yet to go, before I’m inside. Ominous billowing. Big sky’s dark shroud. Unannounced, full force, I fear what’s in store. Great trees thrash, branch, heavy with leaf, succumb, slows my progress. Drench, torrential downpour! Rain, cold, down my warm back, my nose now numb. Gusty wind, often caught unawares. Head down, heading home, through deeper puddles, by swollen river’s edge, down this dark path, flicking its tongue, fierce, wild foamy beast scares. Last few yards, safe home! End my damp struggles. Now, stoke the log fire and run my warm bath. @BardPharts 14 August 2025
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