The Storm

Wind blowing out of the south
Tree branches are scratching the window
Wind chimes are dancing a melody

As the air moves like a shadow

The dust has been stirred up
An old rusty gate keeps slapping the fence
The windmill spins like a propeller

I haven't seen one this bad, since

The dog is barking like crazy
The old barn door has seen it's last day
The coffee pot is just about done

And I know a storm is headed this way

I put on my coat and boots
I cut the tree limb and secure the gate
I bring the dog in as he sits by the fire

I put a nice rib bone there on his plate

I decide to sit on the rockin chair
On the porch there is a really nice view
As I sat and watch the clouds put on a show

The grey's and black's mixed with a bit of blue

The lightning and thunder both came
The rain fell as if faucets were turned on
The soft Texas dirt turned into mud

Remembering the last one, it's been too long

Most days were suffering in the triple digits
Most days are ac's are fighting to blow cool
We lift our eyes and hands and pray for a storm

We are out there dancing like some total fool

That's everyday life out here, living in the norm

Burning up from humidity and praying for a storm!

by: James W. Mckay
      August 17,2023