While this may have been the Dust Bowl
many years ago,
it's now Tornado Alley
and mighty storms doth blow.
This may be where Steinbeck
wrote his Grapes of Wrath,
but in fact it does rain here,
flooding all along its path.
Vicious wind and lightning
and the storms that follow it
make me wish I owned an umbrella,
so I'm not covered in this shit.