Teddy has started to move
In search of a cave
Outside the quiet.
Inside a frantic dog
Making his way under the bed.
That's how I know it is coming.
Shh quiet wait
A growling stomach on steroids
Comes rumbling along. 
I know its coming
The sky illuminates
The thunder rolls.
I survey the results. Pots turned over
The front chimes sing
Scattered limbs
Darkened pavement.
Another red zone approaches
The sky illuminates
The heavy limbs sway
Wenatchee Forest After the Burn
The front chimes sing
Teddy is underfoot
Lighting overhead
Rolling thunder.
Teddy was right
It was coming
It has come
It passes through
Another on its way
Summer in Rochester.
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