
Waiting it out
Smoke burns my eyes
As it shifts downwind
I lean forward
And grab my stick again
Marshmallows lay on the picnic table
They’re damp from moist air
The lake reflects the moon
And fish dance inside the glare
Crickets make music
Deer begin to slumber
Rain smack our tents
As it begins to thunder
The lake begins to boil
And waves greet the shore
We continue cooking
As we had been before
The sky shows its anger
As clouds begin to form
We smile and buckle down
Preparing for a storm
Drops turned to buckets
Waves began to grow
The once steady breeze
Finally began to blow
After it was over
And clothes are sopping wet
We knew the camping trip
Would be one we won’t forget
And when the beach was dry
When it turned to day
The seagulls began squawking
As we go to soak up rays
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