Winds whisk hard-driven rain water
into mini spouts
and twisted peaks
Street lights beam reflected patterns
onto swirling rivulets
and flooded tarmac.
Stranded cars and boats are toppled
as nature flogs
the vanities of man.
The fury of a hurricane
levels the playing field.
(Written for dVerse Poetics, “Weather You Like It, or Not”. November 10, 2015.) This is a bit of a stretch–it’s raining here, but certainly not a hurricane, and our boats are moored in backyards rather than on water.