We were gathering detritus along the road at the bottom of our property in Lanark yesterday when the storm wandered in.It began with a light breeze and just a few wisps of cloud appearing in the distance, then the clouds rolled over in great waves and assembled themselves into towering drifts over the trees - they piled up against the big central blue in shadings from palest azure to a deep inky smoke with hints of indigo and chocolate here and there. The thunderheads were backlit by the sun, and there was light above, but all was twilight and darkness below.
For several magical minutes, a brisk wind scoured the hill, and everything seemed to be in motion, then it (the wind) became a whisper, and rolling thunder made its entrance, playing the sky and the landscape like a vast cosmic drum.
Magical stuff this. . . I love storms, and I stopped where I was working to watch the storm come in, marveling at the changing sky and the colors, the firepower and clout on display and the gusto with which the storm gods and goddesses cut loose whenever they have an opportunity to do so.
After all that, there was only a little rain, just a brief and energetic spattering of big drops which disappeared into the dry earth instantly. The air smelled wonderful though.
3 comments:
What beautiful moments you capture here and share, thank you. Funny, I miss the rain. It rains here six months a year and then...nothing.
Summer storms always seem especially spectacular.
Greetings from soggy Texas where the rain drops hopefully will become just that, drops. Reading your blog Cate is like that moment when rain first appears, the light changes, grows misty with introspection, then steady with understanding and when it is over, all is refreshed.
Marti
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