It’s a warm evening, and a storm is coming in. One of my favorite things is to sit outside and listen to the thunder. It rumbles quietly in the distance.
The air is heavy with moisture, and a few drops land on my bare legs. The sky grows darker with every passing minute. The bell tolls eight times; the thunder keeps coming. Softly at first, but every so often there is a loud rumble. A gentle breeze blows and rustles my hair.
And yet there will be no stars tonight. No glimmers of light in the sky, no soft twinkling as they burn far away. No moon tonight either. I like to watch it pass behind the clouds as they it plays hide and seek with the stars.
The trees, in full bloom, look ominous against the dark grey sky. It reminds me of a big slate, and the trees are so still they look drawn on.
It’s beautiful and quiet, with the exception of the occasional roll of thunder.
Roll of Thunder, Soothe My Heart.
Let us be quiet and sit here, and listen to the birds chirp as they prepare for the onslaught of rain.
Edit: And what a storm it was.