Home III – Summer storms
Against the aqua of my curtains comes yellow so bright, I think it must be car lights. It is 8:20 p.m.
I open the curtain to see that no, it is the summer sky before a storm.
Yellow beams hit my curtains, pebbled sandy driveway, clean white stone of the walls of my building. The rain is coming.
Thunder literally rolls over the yellow green of grass, magnolia tree leaves, footprints.
Flashes of white that stab the earth and listen, wait.
I open the curtains wide to breathe in the wet wind.
When the rain comes, it is in drumming, pattering waves. I love the smell, the taste, the feel of the night from my room, the same storms I watched from a similarly yellow-lit blue room of my childhood.
The summer storm makes me feel something is coming. And anything is possible.
that girl said,
Wrote on June 23, 2008 @ 9:46 am
this is great – the smell is definately the best..
Amy K. said,
Wrote on June 23, 2008 @ 7:05 pm
No storms like that here… just earthquakes and wildfire.
Ray C. said,
Wrote on June 24, 2008 @ 2:57 pm
Very nice. In fact, I really like all of your “Home” posts.
Kat said,
Wrote on June 24, 2008 @ 10:57 pm
wow loved that, thanks for stopping by my blog, hope I at least gave you a chuckle
Jennifer said,
Wrote on June 24, 2008 @ 11:44 pm
Being back in VA after living out west for so long, I’ve enjoyed some of the storms (as long as they’re not too often)
Lily E said,
Wrote on June 26, 2008 @ 7:03 am
I was just teasing, I figured you weren’t stalking me. We’re out canvassing the streets today, so if a little brown-haired girl with a clipboard stopd you, please be nice!
Lily