Harva’s Place

Prairie sky resplendent in ozone scented spring

Promises made by rainbow’s arch spatter way out yonder

Concerned eyes watch storm’s progression stringing out hope for moisture

In a land that’s always thirsty, cumulonimbus delivers mixed blessings.

Distant rumbles echo over endless grassy acres, singing the clouds home.

My friend Ann (a.k.a. Harva) shot this picture on her land Monday afternoon. There is nothing like a prairie storm.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

7 thoughts on “Harva’s Place”

      1. ‘Jinxed’ – not heard that for years! My youngest son, when little would have to turn around clockwise three times to cancel a ‘jinx’…it is thus I am turning now…crash, thud…Shirl help me get up…sorry about that Leslie I get a little dizzy when spinning in my dotage!

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