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Mammatus In Nebraska I am sure There are skies to break your heart. Where prairie people sit and strain To hear the anvils march. Into the cobalt heaven Cumulonimbus will rise again. A cap of Pileus to shower its gifts And quench the furnace plain. Look! Can you see the Mammatus? The pendulum ghosts so strange. Lowering bells from the bruised clouds And ringing out for rain. Lightning splits the indigo Seven birds wheel away from the tree. A single tree; almost holy Alone on the grassland sea. Then in the arc of the evening Once more the Sun will unfurl. Without reserve I am in love With the beauty of this world. |
Additional Notes:
Mammatus ("Mamma" is Latin for breast)- A pendulous cloud feature resembling bags or pouches, which form on the underside of a thunderstorm anvil.
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