The clouds were gathered, old men huddled

On the horizon, rumbling and moody,

Waiting for that moment when they break free.

And when that happens, God help us

As the winds blow hard and we hunker down,

The beach house windows waving wildly.

We pray. Just a sheet of glass between

Us and the driving rain, distorting views

We paid our life savings for.

A bit of a waste now, don’t you think?

The TV and the lights extinguished long ago,

We’re cavemen glorified, when Nature gets her way.

She’ll show her might and always have her say.