The Approaching Storm
Walking home in the early evening after a cup of coffee in the Centro I saw the sky light up in a flash, just past the mountains to the east of town. Despite the almost constant bursts of brilliant luminescence, the evening remained tranquil and clear as the storm had not yet decided when it would stop by, though with each step the wind rushing across my ears assured me it wouldn’t be long.
After 28 years I still can't get over thunder and lightening. With each new storm I'm struck by a halting sense of awe. On this young night I took a seat and watched as Nature pondered her course of action. In the end her verdict called for nothing more than a tantalizing peek and a lazy retreat, the grumbling clouds slip-sliding away to enchant some other corner of the sky.
After 28 years I still can't get over thunder and lightening. With each new storm I'm struck by a halting sense of awe. On this young night I took a seat and watched as Nature pondered her course of action. In the end her verdict called for nothing more than a tantalizing peek and a lazy retreat, the grumbling clouds slip-sliding away to enchant some other corner of the sky.
