June 16, 2003 WILL IT? The western sky was bright and clear, It was hot, and the day seem defined. We rode along enjoying the fields, Striking green reached far to the horizon. We were lost in thought, Focused on our jobs, When one of us looked west. At first they were cotton balls floating in the sky, Then they became towering thunder heads. They became dark in color, and began to swirl, We wondered what was in store. We had to go toward the blackness, Our motel was located that way. We did not know if time was with us, Or if we would experience a storm. We move along as fast as possible, Hoping that we could make it. It wasn't long before that sign - Let us relax and enjoy. Ron