Summer storms can be quick and devastating. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Falling
One of those winds
Is rising
The kind you know is dangerous
Just from the sound
And the feeling
Of the air
Gather the pets and children
Get yourselves inside
The atmosphere
Is pissed
And we huddle together
Inside four walls
And under a roof
That creak and whine
Their own fear
Thumps and rattles
Shake our senses
We make popcorn
And force ourselves
To laugh
And then
Like the ending
Of a whole phase of life
The CRASH
Gingerly we approach the front windows
And see
Our old tree
Down
Decades of wood-life
Over in a second
And we grieve
And are grateful
To be alive
Produced by Laura Rice