watching_the_lightning raze after a chorus of drunkards sat on their front_porch shouting at every belt of thunder as if it was some small part of a splashy fireworks display, nature's flash photography lit up the gutted snow_globe one fitful flicker at a time. the shutter opened and closed. click. click. click. i lost count of how many pictures were taken. if the camera's telescoping eye happened to catch sight of me, i can only hope i was a worthy subject, sleepy and shirtless and as still as i could make myself on such short notice. 220822 what's it to you? who go blather from