Sun’s out…bright…cheery
Fruitlessly blazing…shining
through one degree air
TR
Tag: High Plains
Frozen Bird Bath
(November 11, woke up to 20 degree weather!)
Round rink stands in yard
Ice smooth, set, ready for fun
No skaters come, though
TR
Heavenly Resistance Training
He pushes
I hop humiliatingly
My purse pulls in front at a 450 angle
Hair blows straight forward
Plastic bag speeds past my feet with
tumbleweed pieces chasing
Two hands pull open the car door
He pushes harder
my body shoved against the door
I struggle to enter the car
both hands tug it shut
Car vibrates with His powerful rush
I catch my breath, straighten my hair while
He shoves cloud remnants toward Oklahoma
piling them into a dark stormy horizon
I blow a hair strand out of an eye and
start the car
He still pushes
TR
God’s Broom
Energetically
sweeps clouds of rain bunnies to
the southeast, leaving
behind baby-blue colored
floors of the sky, squeaky clean
TR
High Plains Laser Light Show
Concentrated lightning creates energetic, gnarly, skeletal claws underneath both the stars and the bright, sickle moon; and generates bright varieties of barbed, puncturing exclamation marks, taking their time to bore into the ground ahead in the nearby southeast, while we drive home from Dodge City.
Continuous, heavy-duty flashes silhouette distant rain, passing trees, farmhouses, electric poles, and a line of thick, storm clouds—all appearing like on an old movie film, one frame at a time—a natural laser light show, just begging for dramatic war music to play with, since, oddly, it does not produce any booming thunder of its own.
After an hour, we arrive home safely, and the weather station talks about hail up to a quarter-coin in size pummeling the earth under those clouds.
We looked at each other, suddenly feeling fortunate—fortunate to watch a formidable display of power and might without having to experience the damage; a gift not often handed out to people.
TR
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