Write four lines of prose about something that goes: boom.
All set for another farmers market tomorrow morning. Bringing some impressive looking savoy cabbage this time, along with apricots, apples, plums, potatoes, broccoli, and two very lonely pints of raspberries.
The weather, it has not been kind to our berries this season.
This afternoon, at the conclusion of yet another wild storm, I heard the single loudest crack of thunder I have ever heard in my entire life. It made me jump, it made Kat jump, it shook the house. It sounded like a bomb going off in the sky above us.