SUMMER STORM - Shelton Bradshaw live from Newport Pier's Globe

Summer Storm

Midwest tornado spotted.
No one I knew saw it.
Floods tobacco fields.
Kills treats for Reds’ outfields.

And that old rusty canoe.
Ain’t saved by super glue.
Foundered, sank, proved no more
Than the neighbor’s yard eye sore.

But yards get cleaned in spring.
By May all sides green.
Benevolent God, please.

Send a summer storm.
Wash away our suffering norm.
Then stay.
Sweaty wet shirts in sunbaked sand.
Tsunami range say the weather plans.

You’re humbled in humidity.
Clay Street heat burns your feet.
If passed out on the beach.
Miami mosquitoes feast.

Seattle June beats frost.
But water keeps rolling on.
Beware the sullen grey.
When wet times overstay.

But laundry loads are small.
When needing much less on.
Let’s just bare it all.

In this summer storm.
Wash away our suffering norm.
Then stay.
Dark funnel clouds the size of my hand.
Love reign o’er this heartbroken land.

But yards get cleaned in spring.
By May all sides green.
Benevolent God, please.

Send a summer storm.
Wash away our suffering norm.
Then stay.
Fun funnel clouds the size of my hand.
Love reign o’er this heartbroken land.