I heard the moss covered rocks moan a soft surrender
As the blue-green water was thrust down upon them.
With the roar of a thousand lions the lake
Was thrashed against the shore.

I could smell the spray from the lake
As it engulfed the frail dock, its cold
Metal legs trembling with fear.

I was nearly thrown from my feet
As I stepped into a stampede
Of galloping wind.

The rain felt like an army of spears
Falling from the heavens onto the
Defenseless beach.
With the shiver of each grain of sand
I knew how it felt to be inadequate and vulnerable.

Suddenly, without heed, clear skies
Emerged from the south,
I felt the beach rejoice as the
Sun once again protected it
With the warmth of her blanket…