Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Dark Clouds Above

I'm sitting at a picnic table on the riverwalk right now, listening to thunder, watching lightning, and half-hoping it will rain while half-hoping it won't so I can sit outside and watch more lightning.

Some people see the storm come in and run for cover, while other people see the storm come in and run outside. Seems to me that writers and artists tend to be that second kind.

Another flash. Another rumble. A few half-hearted drops of rain. The wind is flickering the leaves of a nearby tree, and the breeze carries with it the scent of wet stone.

4 comments:

Fleur Bradley said...

That's pretty dang beautiful, Ali. Hey, you should be a writer! :-)

Debbie said...

I am definitely that second "kid". What a perfect typo. And a beautiful image.

Ali said...

Thanks.

Whups on the typo, even if it is a fun one.

Jenny said...

That's hilarious, because while you were doing that, my family was busy eating pizza out in the thunder. Even the baby.