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a flood a flood

March 14, 2010

The dark wind on the top of my hill howls and you can watch it roll over top the house across the street from us, down their porch, across the street and it blasts me in the face. Grass around the sidewalk looks mauled by rain and melted snow as the puddles form ponds form lakes around home plate. Left over branches felled by thunder and lightning lay around like 5 day old fish in the front of our yard.

It rains and rains and rains. Birds rejoice and chatter and clamber and scamper and cackle sitting in the trees and while gorging themselves while on the ground. Fat shiny wet worms lay prone on the sidewalk  oblivious to their fate of death basking in the down pour.

Grey sky holds in the raw cold air, darkening everything enough so you don’t have to squint when you look at the horizon.

Squinting, the landscape blurs and melts away.

One Comment leave one →
  1. March 14, 2010 8:03 pm

    Beautiful. Thanks.

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