WHEN STORMS HIT CALIFORNIA…
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We do the sun We hike on trails We don’t know what’s up With this sleet, rain and hail. We skate on boardwalks And we lie on sand Chance of precipitation We don’t comprehend. When the start of this year Brought wet, scary weather Most C-A sun worshippers Held hands and wept together. But not me, I’m stranger I check the forecast each day For any slight chance of rain Or a few clouds of grey. I love storms and thunder Lighting and wind, too It’s a geographical wonder When you live in a place like i do. I’m the outcast, the killjoy They say I should move to seattle But I’m a native californian Used to hearing windows rattle. They way I solve this dilemma Making hay while the sun don’t shine I settle into my kitchen And invite the skeptics to dine. In addition to the shelter From the wet roads and cold I make soups, stews, and braised meats Butter cakes in dainty molds. I do granola and I do grains But I know the value of sugar When a kid is frightened by rain. I sweat veggies in oil For an immunity boost And I squeeze homegrown citrus For my own, very Cali juice. Then we watch an old movie Or read an American classic And cross our fingers for loved ones Making way home in traffic. Satisfied with slow cooked and baked goods I made during downpours Those who miss the sun Haven’t complained anymore. Eyelids get droopy And fuzzy blankets are laid As we count away distant storm noises And clear sky predictions are made. You can be warmed by the sun Rays of western light on your skin But when the rain does come Find a home fire within. |
