Outside, the stormclouds gathering
Hello, tornado warning in Lexington. That's unusual.
(I was called home from the library: into a smoky green storm-coming sky, lightning cracking pink-hot through it. I love storms. I write poems about them. The wind rising upstairs is astonishing.)
ETA: Lightning you can read by. Sweet.
(I was called home from the library: into a smoky green storm-coming sky, lightning cracking pink-hot through it. I love storms. I write poems about them. The wind rising upstairs is astonishing.)
ETA: Lightning you can read by. Sweet.

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I'm glad to hear that. So far no one I know has been hurt.
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It was an odd night, here, that one. A clear sky, and not a trace of rain did fall, but the air felt as if it might start raining at any minute. I almost didn't put out the newspapers for recycling, even though they needed disposed of.