First Storm Of The Season

Two seasons here…rainy and dry.

I like it better than four, up north.

It was the winter I got to not like.

I always loved the storms in Illinois.

I was driving near my home, the sky

was green, the rain was horizontal,

so I was almost in one. It was groovy.

The only tornados I have seen were

in Cheticamp, two white water spouts

coming off the Bay of Fundy, one 

followed the other, right next to the

house I was in, I saw them from the 

second story window. Then , we went 

outside, looked down the shore, and 

there was another black waterspout, 

with a thin white string satellite 

entwining it.   Amazing.

But now, this storm, blew pretty hard 

for a while…I can’t tell if it’s raining

or if it’s just the sound of the fan

right now. It blew the heat away.

Nicet. That’s the word the Aussie

says after he smacks his lips in the meme.

(yes, that’s not a misspelling: Nicet.)

If you know what I meme.

Lighting, another aspect of delight,

habbennen, and music…I don’t ask

for much…these words just part of 

the flow…of words, of air, of smoke,

of electricity, of water, closer to space

than a skyscraper….gusty…I have the

window open a slit…the wind plays 

the screen like a harmonica.

Lots of lightning in the clouds, not

striking the earth, and no wind at all,

just the light show. Someone, some

prophet or seer said recently that today,

the nineteenth, was a big deal somehow.

Hey, it’s a nice evening for me.

How goes it for you?

The whole thing is surreal.