light fractures the sky
overhead, the explosion
crashes and smashes,
roaring to the universe
of heaven’s summer power
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As I write, the sky is flashing and the rain is pouring down. The thundering echoes are rumbling above the house and wind is blowing. There are some thirty thousand motorcycle riders camping in the area for a huge rally that’s been going on this weekend. I’ll bet the ones that left today are really glad they’re not in a tent in this storm!
Shawn L. Bird 