Swinging on the arc

Dramatic skies all day long; rainy walk before lunch, warm sunny afternoon for the next round. Huge thunderclouds rolled all around the area, although all we got was some gustiness and a few spates of rain. There were quilted looking black and dark gray ones blanketing the sky towards the eastern mountains, and towering anvils to the west.
The continually shrinking farmers' market, now down two more vendors whom I usually patronize, at least had some bargain organic spinach, carrots and baby chiogga beets available, as well as the potato dudes and the guys from Grateful Bread with their wonderful bagels. People were dashing to and fro, trying to outrun what looked like a giant speeding locomotive of a storm headed our way; turned out to be nothing but an appearance of sound and fury. It sped me home with a tail wind and maybe a soupcon or two of ozone.