The blue woman
wore white
with exposed shoulders
ankles and bare feet.
She lifted her arms
in musical notation
to conduct the thunder
like a symphony.
The crown of the open hill
where she stood
exposed domed granite
and sparse grasses.
As the storm advanced
across the valley floor
the thunder echoed
and reverberated its approach.
The electric blue lightning
leapt cloud to cloud
superheating the air
and expanding it rapidly.
The blue woman snatched
a shock wave up in her left hand
and used it like a lasso
to hold the storm over her fields.
She swiftly yanked the improvised cord
to squeeze the cloud into rain
but it groaned like her fat uncle
trying to button his blue jeans to no effect.
The storm bucked and kicked
and tossed its horns
like a plains buffalo
instead of an open range steer.
She recognized the futility
of trying to domesticate the storm
and set it loose
to speed northeast.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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