“Rotating thunderstorms”

Written in



* Charged Air *

I’m aware

that now the clouds

are spouting tails; they drag

when I turn my head; 

‘Rotating, then – ‘

It’s silver-white

between the gaps

as thunder cracks –

a strobing flash grab

of static hands;

warm drizzle turning

f r i g i d

the instant

rain begins

to smart my skin:

“I reck’n Hail’s come’n in.”



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