“Storm Warning”
It’s steamy in south Florida tonight.
Slick air is thick and tastes of salty fog.
A quiet’s fallen with no birds in sight.
Staunch, ocean wave rolls in with stiff resolve.
Old palm trees twist and wave. Their hula skirts
fall quickly to the dying breeze beneath;
await a windy swirl, begin to flirt
with light`ning as it sparkles on the sea.
Expectant morn, she creeps upon this beach
as higher rising tide begins to warn
of something coming just before the breach:
a calmness wavering before the storm.
Then, boom! This hurricane will boast awhile:
this dame arrives with sudden, raucous style.
(Day 18, April PAD, Writer’s Digest. Write about the weather.)
