There’s high wind off
Plus it’s raining. And it’s cold and gray.
I can’t do much. The whole house is rumbling.
I am seasick with splashy crashy bubbling.
Rock ledges and holes resist the waves.
Sound booms against our rocky caves.
Kabams are blasted like fireworks.
Birds love the fountains and breezy spurts.
Gulls squawk and glide, then chase each other.
With aerodynamic control, they dive and hover.
Wind is pushy, makes me ache and feel sober.
So I’ll button down the hatches and wait ‘til it’s over.