An unexpected storm dropped our Georgia temperature from 90 degrees F to 73 degrees F. Welcome relief as our air conditioner's not working.
Prelude: OXYMORONIC without air without poetry — cold 7/20/2020 THE SUMMER STORM the roof’s removed, eyes closed a splattering of thunder, lightning, rain no sticks nor stones let it rain, frenetically... Spain* could be no sweeter sounds could be no saltier upstanding fan still spins in unison who needs air conditioning when God orchestrates. the welcome mat’s soaking wet i’m not yet but if i was i have no complaint. i hug the grace God gives me, tell my husband not to stand in front of the screen door his smile i adore 7/21/2020 *Relates to the tongue twister: “The rain in Spain is mainly in the plain”
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