It’s Now, Not a Forecast

When the wind gusts
Violently
Enough, it sounds
Like medium

Distant thunder
Rumbling around
The high canyons,
Shaking the stones.

But don’t worry.
This is normal
For here, meaning
Exactly zilch

For storms. Earth spins.
The air’s harried,
And you’re hunkered
Down in the gulch.