Storm Trial

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Mother Nature
discards prayers
and rains torrents
on we hapless
motorcyclists
voyaging west.

She generates
a real adventure
for her unprepared
pilgrims,
something to
endure.

With gritted teeth
pleas go out
to all the gods-
of motorcycles,
interstates,
and weary wanderers.

Each drop
like a bullet
made of ice
pounds
into exposed limbs
and will is tempered.