Cold, damp, windy day, splashing and churning of river,
Dark clouds bring caution,
Ice water brings chills to the core,
The smell of inevitable rain,
Soft taps on our boat,
Rain starts its journey; the river swells even higher,
Taste of rain on my tongue,
Ker plunk,
A tiny hail pellet hits the water.
Starts to pour hail unrelenting like,
Painful welts and stings,
So freezing cold, even a wetsuit doesn’t help,
Iced to the bone,
Hail continues on, not stopping,
We land on solid ground,
Eat lunch and warm up,
Then get back on the icy river