Lightning
/It was a rolling boiling thunderstorm
the sky turned dark and twisty
angry wind arguing with its self
born in the blistering heat of late August
late in the evening
it blew in off the Gulf of Mexico
with a kiss of salt air
a sizzling crack snap
the air sang
windows rattled
then another snarling bolt
dry hot wind
a sudden cool breeze
then a driving rain
yet another blinding flash
a rumbling ground shaking answer
next day stuff was moved
the post hole diggers
were knocked off the shovel shelf
end of a squirrel tail burned off
a cinder block knocked out from under a flower pot
all of mother’s new wooden clothes pins
burnt off the wire line
and a new tire blown off a pick-up truck
a root from a pine tree that was split
run under it
yes
we come in
when thunder storms rumble up
By David Wetzel
From: United States