Gray sky did not deter or disappoint,
gray water rippled by the wind beneath
did not present a reason to complain.
The storm did not affect her when it came,
in fact she welcomed it, the stir of wind
and sound of rain.
She didn’t want to ski or fish or dry her skin
to leather in the sun. Quiet. Peace. The solitude
her soul had need of could be had regardless
of the weather.
Because it scared off tourists who had watched
the Weather Channel in disgust and cancelled
reservations at the tiny motel on the highway,
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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