Here Come The Thunder...

And a chance for rain looks promising-- a sweet glimpse at Momma Nature's more temperamental sides from the humanoid perspective.

I've always liked the sound... the light first, sometimes... sometimes (most exciting!) simultaneous and accenting a bone-resonating soundwave...

I've always liked the rain-- the ocean, wellwater, breath condensation... how many myriad other forms of collected moisture bound together until their need for the release of the fall outweighs the current sustaining them aloft...

There's the still before the torrent-- actually HERE, litelally this minute as I type, riding a distant thunder-wave in, is the Silent, the Still... the coming, the impending, the potential...

The sky grows deceptively lighter, giving away future intent by it's orange eye looking mischievously down and askance...

I've always enjoyed the closed-in feel when the sheets of grey curtain all existence outside somewhere... nothing to penetrate my mind's eye, free to roam the universes that open up when we are locked blissfully with naught but our thought...

Then there's the cool, the cleansing...
The Earthen-loam smell after the rains... the sounds returning-- birds, locusts. Kids.

Bid Welcome, for here come the Rain...

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus