Shuffle ‘cross the kitchen, sharp drop to hardwood chair.
Looks like no break, no midnight magic to slake my thirst.
Skin crackles painful, radiates heat.
How long has it been?
Sun sets, no ease with darkness.
Deep pull on southern bourbon.
Radio crackles resistance, then clears.
Stand, sway, bare feet brush worn oak planking.
A call to communion.
Bass note rattles foundation.
Wind cuts straight through screen doors, front to back.
Rooftop patter twists to muscular hiss.
Skin rises to meet the rain.
Step out into the yard, embrace the skyborne lover.
Cat looks on with green gimlet eyes.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)
Allanah Myles Black Velvet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wiwZWaPRxA
Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/22/2023): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the arrival of the weather. It can mean any kind of weather event meteorological or mythological. Is the weather personified, random, or calculating? Where does it arrive? Is it typical or epoch-changing? Who is involved? And if the Womam Who Doesn’t Want Red Hair shows up, well, ask her what’s happening. Go where the prompt leads!
Valley of the Trolls 
Yes, that’s how a good storm is, the rattle, the wind cutting through the house (of course the doors and windows are only screen) the rising tempo of rain on the roof, patter to hiss, and the skin feeling it too
Very cool.
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Thanks, D!
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Great imagery, Liz. It seems like every pull on bourbon is a deep one.
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This is so very cool, Liz! Nice!
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Thanks! Can refer to any drug spell one can imagine!😉
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A cleansing rain….
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A good song but the heated poem was much better.
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Wow! Thanks, Michael!
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Very well written Liz
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Thanks very much, Sadje!
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Most welcome
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