The thunderous roar vibrates winds blow cool gusts about the smell of its impending arrival looms above in the grey skies midday skies darkened omenously
The atmosphere braces the tension is felt as it nears and suddenly, a cloud bursts open! cool drops splatter the warm earth winds howl, tossing the shuddering leaves of young saplings ,and the petals of new blossoms
Children squeal in starlted delight as they run beneath the raindrops the smell of dampened earth makes the storm a welcome arrival to cool the earth and renew life
I sit on my porch and smile eyes closed, I enhale deeply and moan as the wind blows, streaming like invisible fingers, through my hair and nothing seems to exist except me, and the quiet behind the rain
Denise I echo everyone here. My only wish is that I can know such beauty, even in a rainstorm, without thinking of the dark days that I spent in lost youth, hidden from the world because of an unloving mother. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little terrifed sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
You describe the storms I wish we had...living in Texas, we have some whoppers, replete with hail and tornadoes...sigh. You bring back memories of rainfalls in Ohio, when I was young...thank you, this is a beautiful write. :) Saving it to enjoy again and again.
ahhh Denise, sweet write and wonderful imagery as a lover of spring rain myself knowing it brings life to the earth I can almost feel myself sitting in a rocker beside you picking my six string and singing summer songs.
Regis
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Felix