Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, writes:
NIGHT SKIES DRIVING HOME
were clouds and distant lightning
From the loud car radio,it was white mime
Illuminations/flashes/splashing out from banks of clouds
huge as tax debt.No rain-just a future promise.
Somewhere,anger would be unleashed
"upon the heads of the just and unjust alike"
The rain in Austin falls largely in Onion Creek
Some of us live cheap ,on the edge of psychic flood plains
to be swept away in a Wimberley torrent
or left,bereft and homeless,when we least expect.
Distant lightning promised much drama.
I turned the car radio up .LOUDER.