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Weather Most Foul

Low rumbling in the distance Like an angry old dog’s growl, In storm language the cadence Portends weather most foul. Not a mid-summer downpour, Rain sorely needed for crops Like we’ve never seen before, Wreaking havoc before it stops. A monsoon of monstrous force Causing creek-beds to overflow Washing towns away, of course Flash floods, destruction below. As quickly the storm passes by, Cleansed of anger, sky is blue Thousands ask the question why Only God knows, this is true! Written August 10, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/12/2022 9:00:00 PM

This is a sobering thought "Washing towns away, of course"

Rico Leffanta

Date: 8/11/2022 11:19:00 AM

I shuddered when Biden promised to make KY as it was before! Why re-build in a flood zone? If no safe zone, then its tepee time! Aloha!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/11/2022 4:13:00 PM

Hmmm, Rico, people build their homes in dangerous places all the time. Some of these folks are third and fourth generation. Some people also NEVER learn!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 8/10/2022 5:45:00 PM

Sadly it's getting worse and the doom merchants are predicting that there's worse to come, I've got a horrible feeling that they may be right. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/10/2022 5:55:00 PM

Me, too, Tom. I'm not looking forward to the future weatherwise.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/10/2022 1:50:00 PM

Eloquently penned, climate change is here to stay and unfortunately we all say we must do something about it, but who would listen unless we were a voice in numbers to be reckoned with, maybe Poetry Soup? Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/10/2022 3:49:00 PM

Thank you so much, Jennifer. As you may know, we have suffered catastrophic storms and flash flooding here in Kentucky.