as rain slashes in from the Atlantic
and the tuneless wind whistles furiously.
Wild waves explode against the sea wall,
spray cascading over half-term children
as other weather tourists stand further back,
Poseidon's mood is decidedly black
and I imagine his vast frame
appearing in the turbulent Channel
as seagulls screech, blown back by the gale.
The pier peers on with indifference
and from the warmth of the Pavilion Cafe
people watch Nature's power on display
as I'm refreshed by the angry sea's spray.