I love the sun upon my shoulders
Rain steam in summer on hot stone smoulders
Thunder roars to spectacular lightning
If sometimes it’s even a little bit frightening.
Even the fog can have a good side
You can take yourself into it, to hide
And snow, the beauty for all to behold
Heralds the story of the birth retold.
But there is an element I’ve come to fear
It is my enemy when it gets too near
I try to avoid it come what may
It’s the wind, it just takes my breath away.
©Joe Wilson – Elemental…2015