Thunder purrs its way across the state br and I lie low and wonder if the gable br will hold fast to its nails. The cats berate br me from the dusty cellar. But on cable br storms sweep in red. Too soon the water table br will swamp the basement. We'll all bob along br like hairy apples listening to the song br of cyclone sirens hurling warnings down, br then choose the elements where we belong: br they'll die within the wind; I'll, winded, drown.