SHOWERS ANS STORMS
Early evening.
Rays of scorching heat beam off tops of cars.
Green grass shrivels and lies down.
People lazily bathe in the air conditioning.
Skies Blacken.
A soft whistle comes through the back door.
Lost Wal-Mart bags leap barb wire fences.
Cows gather together and head for shelter.
Splash!
Threatened baseball players sprint to the locker room.
Sheets of water down pour on the metal roofing.
Sunken wholes fill and run over flooding the grass.
It’s gone!
Naked cousins soak and splash in the brown muck.
A single beam of warmth shines through the black clouds.
Glistening the world comes alive again and happiness is restored.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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I like "Lost Wal-Mart bags leap barb wire fences." Much nicer way of saying blowing trash!
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