Winter lightning

Winter in Wellington.
Thunder and lightning, hail and rain
Crashing down tumultuously.
Never have I seen such a mid-winter spectacle.
This kind of heavenly behaviour I've only seen mid-summer.
I am, after all, from B.C. and Alberta.

I was caught in it, surprised, during my late evening
Walk out to the corner store to get some melodies.
I danced soaked with glee.
I walked through gushing icy streams that raced down streets towards the bay;
The sidewalks covered in crunch-crunchy pellets.
I giggled absurdly and took shelter next to a parked car
As the wind lashed me with it's angry kernels.

When I returned
She rolled me up on the floor.
Hot cocoa, nuzzle-snuggles,
And I was warm with wonder.

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