Talking about Thunder with Dad

Talking about Thunder with Dad

as he drives across Wyoming

and I drive home from work,

he tells me about being able to see

storm clouds fifty miles away.

His voice crescendos as he describes

rain sheeting down, sky turning

grey then white then purple.

Yes, I say, yes, and I wish

we could have this

conversation for hours

because he sounds more alive

than he has

in a very long time.

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