Grandmother described our weather perfectly and poetically: "here are the long heavy winds and breathless calms on the tilted mesas where dust devils dance, whirling up into a wide, pale sky. here you have no rain when all the earth cries for it. this is a land of lost rivers, with little in it to love, yet, it is a land that once visited must be come back to inevitably." if it were not so, there would be no one to tell of its harshness, beauty, and power. does the bolded portion contain an error? choose the correction if one is needed. harsh, beautiful, and powerful harshly, beautifully, and powerfully harsh, beauty, and powerfulness no correction needed