Scratching at windows
Is wind sweeping the torrent
Like a stiff straw broom.
Nature’s wake-up call,
They say. "Pay attention!"
I’m awake. Now what.
As night tempest howls
I lie in bed pondering
‘Hot chocolate’? or ‘gin’?
Bed shakes. Whew and wow!
Fear nudges. Then breath allows
Storm ride…grinning.