West Coast January Weather

Finally the rain-snow-sleet has stopped –

though, I remain in recovery, still,

from a particularly, virulent bout

of epically belligerent

West Coast January weather.

It began benignly enough, in irksome

stop-starts of blubbering sniffles

 – sadly, a fairly chronic condition  –

at this time of the year

but, by day three, it appeared

to be in the throes of some sort of

convulsive demonic possession

raining down upon the earth,

a blast of meteorological phenomena:

so multifarious and alien in the sheer

conglomeration of forms, that precipitation,

can materialize in:  that

humankind has yet to coin the noun

befitting such a histrionic deluge.

But, at last, it has stopped –

leaving myself, and the rest of

the doused population of the land

to fill our lungs, jubilantly,

with gentle lachrymose air, infused with

the distinctive aroma of moldy cheese . . .

on a wet dog.

note:  the prompt at Poetry Jam this week is "Tis the Season".

photo:  West Coast January Weather – W. Bourke 

© 2015 Wendy Bourke