With the blink of an eye
The weather transformed from
A 90 degree sunny, bright day
To a 40 degree cloudy, dark night
The clouds dumped
r d
a r
i o
n p
s
Which r i c o c h e t e d off the tarp
The way marbles
b u c
o n e
On a hard cement floor
Our voices were drowned out
By the monotonous drum rrrroooollll of rain
Like cann●nballs
Dropped on a murky lake
Raindrops pounded the swampy ground
We dug canals around the screen house
With sand shovels to redirect the water
Quickly, a turbulent river and tributaries formed
Diverting the collected water
We built fortitude of towels
To block out the cold air
We huddled around
The lantern that August night
As though it was a warm fire
On a cold winter night
For hours, we played cards
By the glow of the lantern
Comforted by the familiar stories we told
While we ignored the cold and rain
© 2017 Sarah Ritter. All Rights Reserved.
Photo: Camping Screen House, Maine
Photo Credit: Dede Ritter, 1994
Sarah Ritter is a writer who shares her feelings and experiences on the blog “Sarah Ritter’s Revelations… A Collection of My Poems & Short Stories.”
Her first book Inspirations, Transformations and Revelations: A Poetic Expression of My Personal Journey is available in paperback and e-book on Amazon!