Storms

I love storms (but not as much as peonies)

Watching a storm is thrilling and freaky at the same time

pressure

agitation, murmuring, grumbling

IT SHOUTS AT YOU

there is power, flashes of light, shock, trepidation

shrieking, howling, objects hurled

it terrifies without harm, supercharges the senses

it is intense, raw (I love raw)

rain slackens

wind quietens

thunder muffles

blue sky hints

ground glistens

can't wait for the next one . . .

Written by Loni Spletzer June 27, 2006