The sun is shining brightly
The water’s calm and smooth
The boat is rocking gently
I barely feel it move.

White clouds off in the distance
Slowly turning to gray
I see the line of showers
That are heading my way.

A distant flash of lightning
The thunder’s rumbling sound
Pitter-patter on the deck
The rain starts falling down.

The wind churns up the water
The boat begins to rock
And starts tugging at the lines
That hold it to the dock.

The rain becomes a torrent
The wind begins to howl
Mother Nature’s friendly smile
Becomes a savage scowl.

She clears her system quickly
The rains go on their way
And the sun comes out again
A typical Florida day.

Del “Abe” Jones