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