Even though the storm photo was taken in Texas, the more famous storms are associated with Oklahoma, including
dozens hundreds thousands of Tornados with great abbreviations like F4 and F5 to describe their power.
Rogers and Hammerstein once wrote: (bold is mine)
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
The plains were apparently once covered in grasses that grew deep into the soil, binding the dirt, little effected by the sweeping winds. Then the pioneers moved in. Thanks to the work of
John Deere, the prarie grasses didn't stand a chance. Wheat, rye, corn, it didn't matter. None could bind the soil against the ravages of
Maria (pronounced like Mariah with the middle syllable "rye" sound). Thanks to Lerner and Lowe, some of us can sing that song, too.
Thanks to John Steinbeck,
The Grapes of Wrath, we can read about the aftermath of the farming collapse in Oklahoma.
Words are a game. Sometimes I play alone, but I encourage YOU to play, too.