Homeward Bound Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

From the west...
the skies are an ominous gray
Cumulus clouds overhead
are starting to churn
It is for certain
there is a wicked storm coming...
A dropp in temperature
offers relief and concern

Within an hour or less
raindrops begin to fall
At first a sprinkle
with a pleasant pitter pattering...
intensifying
with a powerful pounding descent
Vision is strained
as sheets of rain are spattering

Driving has become
a death defying feat...
Struggling to see
the blurred road ahead
Looking for an exit
that will offer a retreat
Unsure… my confidence
is hanging by a thread

At last a path opens...
timidly proceeding
Slowly navigating
around winding curves...
Stopping and waiting
for the weather to clear
Thankful to be stationary…
calming my nerves

The parking lot resembles
a shallow rushing river
As distant lightening bolts
stab at the ground
The air is cleansed
and once again free of rain
Visibility is restored…
happily I'm homeward bound

7/29/2010