Storm of the Mountain

Nearly two miles high it rises Into the sky above the desert valley.And by night, it blew a hurricane, a monsoon,A late winter rain mingled with snow,So strange. And I crouched low within my sleeping bagAnd plugged my ears from the thunderAs Joey ducked for cover.A late winter rain mingled with snow,And the mountain shakes its shoulders In the white draped frock it dons,Showing what it can doBefore the desert sun Chases it back into submission.