The Incessant Wind
The Great Basin, despite its mountain ranges, allows storm fronts to blow across the desert, sometimes at hurricane strength. Such a three-day storm created havoc in Carson Valley in mid-May 2025.
The Incessant Wind
Gusting for days, it lashes flowers and trees Ripping rose petals like a Mistral from Hell Driving people to madness and death Pulsing in my rage until I pound the wall With wrists aching from the blows. Make it stop, I scream to whatever evil god Teases the countryside with rain and snow Only to dry it all to dust in days that follow. What treasure could it possibly bring In its trickster sweep across the land? Does it carry seeds of life or devil's bane? Does it lend a hand to clean the air Or singe the nubile blossoms with a sting Of searing, tearing malice toward all we care?
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I have perfectly spherical stones I found in the Sahara desert where over the eons they were blasted by wind-blown sand and slowly turn into little red globes of solid stone.
We joke about how people living on the Snake River plain would tip over if the wind ever stops.
"Make it stop, I scream to whatever evil god...'' Perfect!
( I often find this lament escaping my own mouth whenever there is no one else to blame. )
You really embodied the wind here in these words, Sue.