... a thunderstorm is rolling in.... and the sky has taken on that strange shade of grey that you only see when a storm approaches near dusk... the wind is up a bit as well... the trees swaying outside my window with a gentleness that hides the coming theatrics....

... even the rain is slow... fat drops landing hard but with ample time in between each strike on the leaves and stones....

... it's a strange moment.... seeing the trees move and the dry soil suck up each drop of moisture as it lands... as if the limbs are happy to be dancing again and the Earth is thirsty... but in a while, the full force will be here.... and it will be violent....

... noise and lightning... wind and rain.... limbs will be lost and dirt washed away.... ferocity will be visited upon this acre soon.... and I can see it coming... you can smell it in the air... feel the heaviness of it as it weighs down upon you through the heat....

.... but right now, it is quiet... calm... I don't imagine it will last much longer though....

by Eric on July 09, 2006 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | Poetry
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Yeah, buddy, it's coming my way...sprinkling as I write this.

Bullshitted by vicki on July 9, 2006 07:17 PM

Ho Eric,

Answer to question elsewhere
Yes Vearl is a retired marine
Give his beautiful pics a look


Bullshitted by KeesKennis on July 10, 2006 04:40 AM

Oh you really are a poet Eric.

Bullshitted by Libby on July 10, 2006 09:00 AM

In Oklahoma we get really nice green skies right before the tornadoes, do you get the green? Those are my favorite, the hairs on your arms stand up, very cool.

Bullshitted by Kat on July 10, 2006 02:18 PM

Beautiful description of the calm before the storm.

Bullshitted by seawitch on July 11, 2006 09:49 PM