thunderstorm – The Morning Porch/Patio

Friday July 26, 2019

Dave Bonta July 26, 2019

I sit outside between showers. A rumble of thunder off to the north. An electric saw sinks its teeth into something with a howl.

Dave Bonta June 23, 2015 2

An early-morning storm rumbles off to the north. Flashes of scarlet: tanager at the woods’ edge, ruby-throated hummingbird at the beebalm.

Dave Bonta March 26, 2015

Could that be thunder? The sun struggles to shine. On the flattened grass where snow sat until yesterday, a scatter of black walnut husks.

Dave Bonta July 26, 2012 1

The yark, yark of ravens skimming the trees, the low cloud ceiling just above. Crushing humidity. Vegetation still drips from a dawn storm.

Dave Bonta July 18, 2012 1

Distant thunder. A black ichneumon wasp walks circles on the porch floor, its wings flickering jerkily like images in a silent film.

Dave Bonta June 5, 2012 1

Wind from a distant storm blows the leaves backwards. In lieu of thunder, a downy woodpecker’s fast rattle on a hollow limb.

Dave Bonta March 28, 2012 5

At mid-morning, the sky grows dark. Rumbles of thunder over the noise from the interstate. A small, white petal flutters down.

Dave Bonta September 27, 2011 5

Cloud-to-cloud lightning, thunder like a cloth being torn. Downpour. We’ll remember 2011 for years: “That was the autumn of the mosquitoes.”

Dave Bonta September 1, 2011 1

Mid-morning storm. A fox squirrel lopes through the patch of invasive myrtle, a slow flame the rain can’t quench.

Dave Bonta August 14, 2011 1

The storm just past, a bald-faced hornet flies back and forth over the flattened stiltgrass. The crickets pick up where they left off.