ANOTHER POEM.
I love it when a storm is comin'
And all the little birds go runnin'
A strange cool breeze breaks up the air
Dust and leaves fly everywhere.
I might run to move some things
from harm's way, as storms will bring
A downpour--not just rain but things
that only summer storms can bring:
A heavy branch from up on high,
Bits of dust get in my eyes,
And plants that suffered yesterday
(dry as dust in pots of clay)
get drenched until they overflow
poor seedlings lost in sudden flow.
I quickly find a sheltered space--
a single, quiet guarded place
from which to watch the water stream
(It's like a humid, daytime dream)
Until my meditation stops
and suddenly there's no more drops.
I turn my head-- son of a gun!
I'm blinded by the blazing sun.
### JSJ

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From: Joy S. Johnson < tallestlady@gmail.com>
Date: Tue, Jul 16, 2024, 4:25 PM
Subject: Poem storm
To: Joy S. Johnson < tallestlady@gmail.com>

I love it when a storm is comin'
And all the little birds go runnin'
A strange cool breeze breaks up the air
Dust and leaves fly everywhere.
I might run to move some things
from harm's way, as storms will bring
A downpour--not just rain but things
that only summer storms can bring:
A heavy branch from up on high,
Bits of dust get in my eyes,
And plants that suffered yesterday
(dry as dust in pots of clay)
get drenched until they overflow
poor seedlings lost in sudden flow.
I quickly find a sheltered space--
a single, quiet guarded place
from which to watch the water stream
(It's like a humid, daytime dream.)
Until my meditation stops
And suddenly there's no more drops.
I turn my head-- son of a gun!
I'm blinded by the blazing sun.