thunderstorms suck water vapors that freeze
cloudbursts transform, sending hail to the fray
and frigidaire airstreams exhale icy breeze.
Round white pellets assault roof lines and streets
like glacier diamond droplets grown in size
pierce witches on broomstick with snowy sheets
unearthly rumblings resound heaven’s sighs.
Swept by wind gusts like Dorothy in Oz
crystal blizzards accost my hands and face
weathering bombardments, man with a cause
landing feet first with catlike skill and grace.
Knocking ruby boot heels on sandy loam
I hum the mantra, “There’s no place like home.”