Lightning, sunset, and a little microburst going down in Chandler, Arizona on August 31st, 2015. The little microburst on the right would grow up into a big monster that hit downtown Phoenix just 10 minutes later.
here i procrastinate near lake tsomoriri; with notions of cold mountain to drown thoughts, memories of paddy fields—an emerging aftertaste of kheer… all of a sudden grey clouds sweep over the firmament, some mystic plays melody on his flute.
rain comes—away, sprigs of sallow tuberoses in your lavish boudoir; if the view from your window is relentless? i hide in change, in these wetlands, on a crude stone path, that leads back to your tenderness.