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Pittsburgh is the new Amazon

If someone at N.O.A.A. could please have a press release as to why Pittsburgh has become the new Amazon, this year, it would be great! 2025 has been one doozy of a year for us in the weather aspect. Well, I guess you can say it started last year. I may have forgotten about the tornado(s) that touched down within 5 miles of my house. Anywho.... It's been nonstop rain. And rain. And more rain. And the flooding, in areas that don't typically have issues. Add in how saturated the ground has been, a good storm and poof, power outages. All over. If I were to see an ark in the next week, I wouldn't be surprised. I would be hitching a ride and tossing off things that I do not find necessary. Adding in more of cute and cuddly. 

I ran out to run a few errands this afternoon before the next round of storms and as I was walking to my car, the sky was this dark, incredible mass of wind and rain. There's grey, but this was a dark grey and brown. So, I load up the car, take the cart (not buggy) back and then get into my car. My little golf cart. No sooner so I shut the door, the sky opens up and the wind starts rocking the car. To be honest, it doesn't take much, but, a few glances around and I am waiting to see a cow go by, maybe a house. Ok, still not in Oz, just in the Target parking lot. I decide, I'll wait a little bit. 

And as I am sitting there, this poem comes to mind. I wrote this either my Junior or Senior year. My friend, Joseph, has it penned as his. So, I share with you, Joseph's poem. 

Life as questioned before

Thunder crashes

Lightning shines in the eyes of

Those who fear it

And others who take its’ pleasure

Rain falls 

Wind picks up and splatters

Specks of dirt between my antique imperfect white teeth

The world is going to hell

And while i thought I was going nowhere

I am going with.


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