‘tis an obsession, for the guys and girls of boards <br />autonomous sport <br />contesting with the sea. <br />As breakers wail <br />the sun can scarcely blink this day <br />from behind <br />billowing skies of voltage clouds. <br />Lighting clusters <br />in spiderweb pattern <br />as wind begins to rage <br />its then when passion for the storm <br />erupts in the guys and girls of boards <br />and they begin to play.<br /><br />Stephen S. Yeandle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/storm-surfing/
