Product of Two Farm Kids

Anger whisked herself into a gray frenzy of clouds, bordering on black. A snow blizzard might be on her way; the wind picked up. I looked up. A dagger of wind hit my chest; I heard myself gasp and wheeze. Fed tomcat in barn and raced back to the house. My dogs followed. Look at the clouds! I said to my man. He said “What of them?” He is not the product of two farm kids like I am. It’s going to turn bitter cold. We might get snow and possible ice. You are a weather witch, he said, in the most affectionate way. I put on an extra pair of socks and began to settle down. There was a flash across the window. I jumped up to look. A delivery person was bringing us a package. The dogs howled. I said “Thank you” and he asked, “have you seen the clouds?” I could not help thinking he is the product of farm kids too. We had a snow blizzard with eight inches of snow that night. We were unable to go anywhere for three days. I memorized those clouds for future reference.