Starting at the mossy creek,
The hill-trail called me to the peak.
The green trees covered the path so fair
The humid, quiet walkway there.
Some quiet thunder vaguely haunted;
The sun shone bright, I explored undaunted.
Stealthy clouds, the sun they hid.
Elusive peak, adieu I bid.
The troubling wind the air made chill
As I clambered down the hill.
Over slippery, wobbly stones I raced,
Across the tree-lined creek in haste.
Sauron’s dark clouds advanced on high,
As lightning streaks lit up the sky.
Then cats and dogs began to pour,
But I was safe in my car once more.