wet night

wetnight©burgseye2005

its a wet night, north easterlies, they always catch this westward looking nation off guard, they make off with the sun in a roughed up roll of cumulus, blindly running at the horizon, without plan, with little to sustain them beyond Auckland's anorexic waistline, some how they drop their plunder mid Tasman, dissolve into the ether and regroup again some place in the equatorial Pacific, random vandal winds ripping the yachts off their east coast moorings, delivering carnage across gentrified burbs, inverting umbrella's and Maralynising secretaries skirts at traffic lights, no remorse, no apology, no place like Auckland in a storm.