Awakening before dawn to the sound of dripping
Water seeping down the window and patio door
Finding water bubbling in under the door
With nothing but towels to sop up the floor
Towels that I carry dripping to the shower
To wring them out by hand and return for more
Performing a different sort of bucket brigade
Trying to keep up with the unrelenting flow
Eventually the rain abates and the crisis passes
Leaving me exhausted and arm weary with a stiff back
Too much twisting and bending over to start the day
But thankfully we still have power and internet
Next I head to the kitchen to cook dinner
Hoping the lights stay on until I finish
All the while hearing the gale winds rattle the door
As if someone is knocking asking to get in
We have a front row seat by the ocean
Where the drama continues hour after hour
But I have lost interest in the storm scene
Preferring to close the blinds and rest
