I love a good summer downpour!
A rainstorm is a veritable feast for the senses as the sounds, sights and smells are all viscerally experienced. I'm simultaneously awed and lulled in equal measures by both the sheer power and symphonic, mesmerizing rhythms of nature.
The Mid-Summer Storm
by Vrinda Aguilera
A storm's blowing in.
A storm's blowing in and the backyard forest pines gracefully sway, pirouette, and bow.
A storm's blowing in and handfuls of rust and sepia hued pine needles are scatter strewn and freed to the four directions.
A storm's blowing in and the wind sigh gusts wildly and free.
It sings a song of a phantom freight train ever approaching yet never reaching the station.
A storm's blowing in and the thunder gods gleefully thump their bass drums in a grand, stuttering cacophony.
A storm's blowing in and the mischievous gale tries to sneak in from errant cracks in the window frames and door jambs.
Seemingly desperate for entrance, it pleads it's case in whistling, swirling crescendoes, sporadically punctuated by the frantic percussion of the rattling window panes.
A storm's blowing in and the atmosphere is electric and charged.
The canvas of the sky looms heavy and intact, a preclusion to being rent by the knife like zips and zags of lightning.
A storm's blowing in and a filter has descended over the late afternoon sunshine, the light now clouded in dramatic shades and tones of muted mauve and grey.
A storm's blowing in and the raindrops sharply pitter patter ping on the overhead roof in random, wind chime fashion.
A storm's blowing in and if I go outside:
The raindrops will sting, the wind will muss,
The cats will come running and the dog will fuss.
The thunder will warn and the lightening excite.
Will I stay outside? I might, I just might!
I'd stay for the rain, I'd stay for the thunder,
I'd stay for the wind, my hair blowing askew and asunder.
With my eyes I'd drink in the vibrant greens of the wet blades of grass
Until the rain comes down in great sheets and, now, inside I must dash!
The storms blown in; it has, it's come!
The storm is here!
The mid-summer storm is here!
Vrinda Aguilera is a Montessori trained primary school teacher, an intuitive energy healer, a closet poet, and practitioner of bhakti-yoga. She is passionate about supporting women on their spiritual journey and is an experienced life-coach. She lives in rural Florida with her husband and three children where she blossoms in the experience of mothering. You may connect with her by e-mailing her at: firstname.lastname@example.org
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