April

    After three days of voluminous rains, today was rumored to be “taper off” but instead we got the full meteorologic roundhouse, the haymaker that sheeted us out of a barrage of dark supercells, lightning thunder & hail in robust volleys turning the back roads white & slick with their swift pummelings, traffic reduced to twenty-five MPH on freeway-- lightning like the fuse lit to thunder, lapse of time, then crack & roll like Thoreau descry, “gods rolling lumber in the sky”-- but by day’s end sun shone gold in the west firing his rays up under the heavy veil of nimbus that lingered on Newtown, delivering across the rainshimmered earth a promise of weather faire-