THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Holy freaking freeholes! (Or something to that effect.) Sitting in the RV in the pasture in the rain in a thunderstorm and looking out at the lake that is forming around us. Tornado warnings up. Flood warnings up. High wind advisories are up. Can’t see the cows, horses, or the alpacas. A large BOOOM just hit someplace nearby. Don’t know what it was. It didn’t sound like thunder. It sounded like something blew up.