Forty-seven degrees now,

In two in thousand and two, Katrina was felt weather wise in Virginia, Wonder how home is, Oh Shenandoah my Virginia home, Page County, I was driving for Dominoes, Our weather was foul, Off kilter, So much rain, Roads were changed, I was driving a delivery out by Shenandoah a little town up toward theContinue reading “Forty-seven degrees now,”

Sure hope

Long ass, Long ass summer twenty-two, Long ass summer is through, God aweful heat, Global Warming started officially in March last, Marched through like the Atrutians, Before Romans, Big and brutal, It was so warm my birth month we had a tornado fly by, March in northern Iowa is. Normally so damn cold Iowan’s areContinue reading “Sure hope”

Eight thirteen and dark

Fall is creeping nearer, Soon it will be dark at six, For those of us in northern Iowa winter is at least half our year, Not this year, Summer arrived in May, Thats not normal, Cause Global Warming, Effect less normal weather,

Fixing

Fixing to rain, Rumble,rumble, Crash,thunder, My knee knew hours ago, My smartphone has caught up! I have three fans on , Three scaredy cats in by me, Their number one goal, Protect mom at all cost, Its stormy nights that I truly feel loved, Mr Black could not possible be closer to my left breast,Continue reading “Fixing”

Another lovely rain

Much rather have rain, Stopped counting unbearable hot days, Still will tell all that stand still, Twenty-twenty-two hottest summer starting in May in all my sixty-four years, Rain is a release like an enema, Rain is a refreshing after a dusty day, The corn still stands, Dad grew corn once or twice he tried rotation,Continue reading “Another lovely rain”

The knees have it in spades

I knew it I knew what I knew what I knew where I knew it! If you had a car try to drive through your left knee cap and you have bad arthrit is You are a better predictor of rain coming than any weatherman of easier hot woman or just regular dude, It’s 118Continue reading “The knees have it in spades”

Birds goodnight

Twighlight bids adui , Nine p.m. in the distance my ears distantly hear, Crows bid goodnight, Robins tucked in the hollow of the nape of their trees, The white doves of Quasqueton Iowa right wing tucked over their life partners shoulders, The sparrows chirp night love, The racoon’s prowl, The owl stands guard pouched inContinue reading “Birds goodnight”

Sick to death of heat,

This year northern Iowa, Summer started in bits, Heat in March part of Winter, We had our first tornado in March, Abnormal amount if rain in April, May our first taste of ninety Ever in May, June so many days above ninety, July two days near one hundred, August a day over one hundred, WhenContinue reading “Sick to death of heat,”

A taste,

A drizzle, A rumble, More then a mist, Not a puddle, Not I mean Not more then a taste, Not rain, Like a fist without a threat, A taste! Rumble rolls a rolls Iowa’s heaven, Producing Nothing, Business aptitude like ground anticipated, Nothing started nothing gained, Birds are singing, No rain coming! All fuss noContinue reading “A taste,”

Sound of pitter patter

Rain on tin, Grips my memory, Sensation of sleeping under the roof built by my grand dad, Memory of a WWI hero, Tainted by my half sister when she was eight because the attention was not on her, Sleeping beside my babysister, Never imagining I’d be sixty-four all alone, All alone, Only sounds of rainContinue reading “Sound of pitter patter”

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