Plains
The wanderer is awed by a thunderstorm rolling across the prairie
The storm was building in the distance, but there were stars directly overhead. I had sat out enjoying the warm evening and marveling at the wind waves through the short grass prairie. Evening comes with a storm building to the west. The blanket I lay on was still warm from the afternoon sun, and the only sound was the wind rustling the grass.I had been hitchhiking my way up to Mitchell to travel further west on I-90. The...
