storming

electric lines fell down,
collapsing right in front of
our method of transportation,

and truthfully,
a bicycle wasn't the brightest idea
on a night like tonight,
with the wind
attacking our faces
and everything else around.

but we'll persist on,
weaving among the fell
and hopefully, eventually
reaching our destination
in one piece.

Reviews

[AndyJCash]

I like this poem, purely because as I was reading it I got interrupted by a friend showing me pictures of freak weather which led into lightning storms :P A nice poem though, that scary thought of being out in a storm.