Winter Storm

A need to get from a to b Worrisome weather to battle The journey must be made on foot The distance shorter than a mile First the sounds That tell me that, this is a bad idea Whirling winds, blowing things Crash, smash, sweep, bang Then the feel upon my face An onslaught of rain and sleet Obscures my vision I can't feel my cheeks Take each step against the storm Diagonal walking, hunched form Blown backwards Leaning forwards My clothes are stuck upon my skin They pull and tug on each step Drenched through Cold and wet Journeys end Shed the armour Replace with warm and dry Happier with the storm outside