Storms stomp into February,
bombard, with their sweltering boots,
hail upon cliff-dwellers' roofs.
Outside pile gray upon gray cloud trembling
with thunder and forked lightning
over this green, green Range.
And families cower in homes, marvel at natur
in conflict with itself
or war themselves over the petty and finicky.
Weather has had this effect since we sheltered
in caves from lions and wolves.
It is good to air the family linen
in sunshine after rain;
breathe afresh below an arching blue sky;.
gauge distant mountains and sight again the sea.
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Honorable mention
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