The weather came through fast —
one moment, charming warm sun,
the next, a rolling dark cloud,
a strong cold wind,
rain visible across the valley,
trees on the east hill
making a rushing sound
The task we were doing
in peaceful progression
became urgent, rain rolling down
the roof we were trying to cover,
ladders getting muddy, footing slippery
I rode the rush of excitement
through the storm,
not minding the wet and the cold
or the need to persist with our task until done,
since we’d be there to see and to feel it.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2019
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