I rest in the smug comfort
of intermittent torrential showers,
as I have already reaped
from the day
a magnificent ride

Cormorant swallowing a fish,
mourning dove perching on a wire,
houses of the towns pert and clean,
sun almost emerging from the clouds

The crash of wild high tide surf,
the thrill of strongly tugging water,
sun sheen emerging
at the height of drama,
sand and wind and soft sea foam

Flat high-topped clouds just whispered
of the chance of future thunder —
I drank in all the glory
to fill my morning hunger

Then I returned. Two hours later
rain descended,
making lakes of roads approaching five corners,
thunder rumbling high across the sky,
me content and gleeful to be dry.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2017