and a dirt path
became a raging river, filled with hail
I put my sunhat over my rain hood
to keep from being beaten about the face
with icy pellets.
any attempts to keep dry feet were quickly aborted
and I hiked down the trail with haste,
to slip on hidden rocks.
Woe to the hikers who had no rain gear,
they were huddled under spindly pine trees
I would have helped them if I could.
And to the mountain bikers who were
careening down hill a moment ahead of me,
they were caught in hail, wheels splashing
through the rivers that used to be trails.
How quickly things change
from a sunny warm day to
thunder, hail and torrential rain.
Let us be prepared.