The storm clouds were wringing themselves out, pouring wet and soaking weather down, down, down on top of the cars, on top of their hoods, and on top of the folks all dry for too long to even complain. Even the cars already parked were showing the age of being caught in the storm.
The clouds would roil and roll with thunder from inside their selves, bringing the hollow feeling of something sent to attack the simple person, coverless against the boiling sky.
The Skyliner, the appropriate name on 66 for the place you couldn't stay, as the Oklahoma weather kept pounding the ground, clearing the dry, resting pools of leftover water on the streets and soil where it was so desperately needed. Move on though, keep the wipers swishing, as looking for rest among the weary took you further on the highway.
No Vacancy.
Ralph E Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Skyliner Motel
Stroud Oklahoma
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