16C some sun mostly high O/C
Well today is the day I said I would have more story ready, but I'm afraid I couldn't get motivated this past week. Somehow the mental desire just wasn't there. WE have been trying to catch up with a yard thathas grown wild and other duties at the bowls club and these things have sort have been the focus,

AS a poor appeasement I have reproduced a poem from last summer.


PRAIRIE STORM

All morning twas sunny and warm
Then a black line appeared in the sky far west of the farm
Aafter lunch  things seemed to change
A storm was brewing beyond our range.
The clouds mounted  higher and higher
Thunder could be heard as the storm drew nigher
The sky then turned blacker and  blacker
There was a flash and a bang like an exploding firecracker.
A wind caressed our upturned faces
Then screamed across the open places
 It tore at the trees and whipped the lake
The old house gave a shuddering shake
In the clouds of black
We searched for a tail, forward and back
The black clouds sank lower and lower
The dogs and cats found places to cower
A tremendous bolt lanced down to the ground
 Our ears were deafened by  exploding sound
The bolt it shivered and shook for seconds or more
Then rain arrived in a fearsome downpour
A funnel  cloud was now no threat to us
The fear we had was now unjust
But rain will stay till tomorrow’s dawn

And how we hope even it will be gone.