the clouds wandered in
while i was eating
distracted by all the carbs
and the waitresses’ uniforms
at the saloon
i managed to make it
across the street in time
to see a single finger of lightning
touch the ground
out beyond the town
thunder rolled into me
like i was made of dried wood
and the drops fell heavy and fat
old silver mining town
more famous for murder
washed for the moment clean
Words and Feathers 
Cool!
Oh, that’s right. You visited Arizona. How was the weather?
Ridiculously hot. Triple digits kind of ridiculous. Except when I was in Tombstone and at the Grand Canyon. Actually got a thunderstorm in Tombstone.
Your last lines struck a chord in me. Rain
/water has a way of cleansing. Well said.
Thanks! It was kind of an amazing thing to see, thunderstorm in the desert.