Foul

Sea still

Water calm

The calm before the storm

Captain frowns

Trawler drifts

Drifts toward the dawn.

Black clouds

Heavy sky

A sky of leaden grey

Eerie silence

Deathly quiet

Quiet starts the day

Then sheeting rain

A blinding light

The blinding lightning’s flash

A sudden wind

A roaring noise

The noise of thunder’s crash

A sudden fall

A dizzy rise

Tipping left then right

Atop a wave

Deep in a trough

God save us from our plight

The storm abates

The gale subsides

The gale, the waves, the rain

So back to work

They’ll work until

Foul weather strikes again