Outside my door, dark clouds are clustered,

The wind gusts are ferocious,

Tumbleweeds bounce down the streets,

Trees shake leaves loose and tremble,

What looks like snow clouds hanging low,

On the far horizon,

Give a glimpse of storms to come,

While comes a clap of thunder.

We watch in wonder, thinking back

to last year, in December,

When a foot of snow came down

and brought the Antelope Valley

to a standstill – for three days!

Sandra Lee Smith

Previously posted October 12, 2009

Updated September 3, 2018

(true story!)


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