Big thunderstorm yesterday. Branches and trees scattered. 96-mile-per-hour wind; big pile of rain all at once.
It was somewhat stressful. Felt like a lot.
A man who is from Puerto Rico described to me how they have storms there with 150 mile-per-hour winds, and the coconut trees bend clear over to one side, during these gusts, with the coconuts touching the ground, and then the trees straighten back up. The roots, apparently, are long and strong.
I repeated this description to someone else today, and his eyes widened in amazement: "Really?!" he said.
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storming tension
darkening, darkening,
an airborne blanket
of damp warmth and
edgy fear with
nameless worry --
apprehension hidden behind
the facades of our faces;
we read
snack
look on our phones
wait
for the storm to
hopefully not wreck our lives
and please pass by
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