Storm Chasing

The storm gathered, rumbling, darkening, while I strode the dam, finding Widow Skimmers, Violet Dancers, Slaty Skimmers, Blue Dashers, and Halloween Pennants hanging on, despite threatening weather.

Just after lightning struck and before rain pummeled my car, I idled, charmed by the color-block farm field, lit briefly like a Hopper painting come south, promising something sinister on the way. 

Hard rain stirs nerves, sending us all inside or aground.