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The Gully Washer

Clouds are gathered

ready for a summer rain

heat exsiccates the falls

some flowers begin to wane

Akin to waterfalls

the gully washer began

a real lifesaver for plants

part of the plan

Thunder and lightening

a dramatic show

all life is fed

including the river below

The sun returns

clouds are now dry

plants perk up

colors magnify

Humidity rises

rainbow shines in the steam

all is well

a midsummer dream

copyright 2021 Debbie Pierce

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  5. “Horse Pens 40 is a privately owned outdoor nature park located in St. Clair County near Steele, Alabama. The park is situated atop Chandler Mountain, in the foothills of The Appalachian Mountains.” ~ Wikipedia

    Back in May of 1975, my Dad and I loaded up our Ford Econoline 200 Van, and drove from Memphis, Tennessee, to a weekend Bluegrass Festival, south toward Birmingham, Alabama. We arrived in time for the Friday shows, held under roof, due to rain. The following day found us in sunshine. We settled into our lawn chairs, well in advance of the headline act for the Saturday session. I had time to go to the concession stand, where they served chicken on a biscuit and lemonade. Seriously, that is all that was available. How unique is that?

    We enjoyed the headline act, Ralph Stanley and The Clinch Mt. Boys, who at that time, featured Keith Whitley on lead vocals. After their set, we heard a rumble of thunder. Within minutes, the rain was upon us. This was the first time I had ever experienced a rain storm, from inside the cloud, but that appeared to be the case. (We were 1,500 feet above sea level.)

    Seasoned campers that we were, we quickly donned plastic ponchos, as many festival goers scrambled for a dry spot. Before the scurrying had ceased, the rain stopped, the sun came back out, and within thirty minutes, the raging rivers that flowed down the hill, to the base of the stage, and beyond, had dried up. It was as if nothing happened, weather wise. Another band took the stage. A new line formed at the concession stand. All was forgotten for a couple of hours, and here came the thunder and, well you know the drill.

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