Finalist in The Poetry Box Chapbook Prize, 2021 All her life Beth Bonness tingled with the sight of approaching thunderstorms-watching them over the wide expanse of a lake or far away mountains-the electrifying steel blue background with the sun on her back reflecting an eerie Tuscan yellow light of a childhood-giggled "storm's a coming" cast on unsuspecting trees and anything else between you and the rain, the thunder...