Third Saturday, two days late

Steep-sided wavelets,

Breaking into whitecap foam,

Racing toward seawall.

Hail falls and sizzles,

Makes intersecting circles

On sharp-edged water.

Rain begins, pounds hard.

Quickly soaked through, I find now

No reason to leave.

sorry — forgot to post these!

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