This one is from June 2022, on the top of the downhill slide of the season, as Captain Mike Fitzgerald might call it.

I have a relationship with weather… with storms and rain in particular. I last met this old dragon on my botched walkabout in Illinois a few years back. It turned me back. Now I think Im starting to learn her name. Finally.

At the time of posting, it’s windy. The back end of a warm rain front. I’m waking up from on the overnight watch with the dragon for company. She’s hanging around in the form of wind.

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that old dragon of a storm
lightening wings an empty belly
rumbling greeted me on the river
all the gossip from down current
carried on a cool wind