Saturday, June 25, 2005

Thunder

howls across London like a toddler throwing his toys. The lightbulb of lightning slashes the darkness as it points its way to the ground. Rain, cool, restorative rain falls dripping down parched leaves, cooling the heavy, hot air, leaving its puddles splashing in the road. The heat is over, the golden heavy blanket that has smothered London for the past few days has been thrown back and nature has restored the balance.

6 comments:

Star said...

HI Minerva. Michele sent me. I particularly like "The Cupboard"

colleen said...

Nice to meet you, Minerva. Another writer...cool.

Suzanne said...

and to think all I said about the weather today was...
"dang, it's raining!"
Wonderful way with words you have!

Hi from Michele's

AnonymousBlogger said...

Wow, awsome blog. I think I read every post on the page there.

-xtessa- said...

hi, michele sent me...

amazing words... i love rain...

Ragnar said...

Still as beautiful....