Chubasco Poem by Juan Olivarez

An ominous spiral, on a radar screen,
As dark threatening clouds roll in.
Waves intensify their pounding on the helpless shore.
A low supernatural moan,
Turns into a high pitched scream,
As the rain dampened wind rises.
Feeder bands, bring in the rain,
Which moves from side to side,
Not vertically as is the norm.
Tree branches crack and break.
Darkness descends in the middle of the day.
This time however, there is no fear.
The rains are much needed.
And the Chubasco is minimal.
With the land locked in a devastating drought,
This elemental force of nature is welcomed,
With open arms and grateful hearts.
A classic showdown,
A clash of the Titans,
All welcome the saviour,
The Chubasco.


(7/29/11-Alton Texas)