"There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in, and the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders. --John Denver

There is nothing quite like being in Oklahoma during storm season. I pity the people who never get to see those large, green storms rising in the distance. Then again, if you live here long enough, you begin to pay less and less attention to them, except to admire them.

Take this fellow for example. His only concern is finishing the chapter in his book before the storm catches up with him. And when it arrives, he will tuck the book beneath his shirt, and walk home in the rain. No sense in running, you wont beat it to the door. Luckily, there will be a warm fire waiting for him when he arrives. And supper!

This is an entry for the contest *Your Favorite Color* (which is green) being held by *Pink Giraffe Club*, and a tribute to my favorite state in America.

_{Note You may or may not believe this, but the first time I wrote this entry, a bolt of lightning hit somewhere nearby, and restarted my computer. Ah, Oklahoma! I still love it, even though the tornado watches kept me up most of the night.}