stormy weekend 173/366
Early this evening I saw a warning that another storm was headed my way "...winds up to 30 miles an hour and pea sized hail possible...One to two inches of rain possible within 30 minutes which may cause local flooding..."
So I did what I normally do with that type of information.
I settled comfortably on my back porch to watch it roll in.
Storms often come up from the left side of the house. I sit on the swing or futon in awe of the clouds tumbling, chasing, changing, the wind gusting and rain falling-sometimes gently, sometimes straight down in sheets and occasionally sideways!
Today was an anomaly. The clouds rolled in from both the left and the right. I watched the beautiful summer blue sky, with white billowy clouds adorning it, slowly be encompassed by different shades and layers of gray. Thunder rolled in the distance. I didn't get hail but the rain fell in sheets and a slight mist blew in, kissing my skin for a few moments, but it wasn't heavy and it didn't last long enough to drive me inside.
The experience was a perfect physical portrayal of my "feelings" this weekend.
Friday I could sense an emotional/mental storm brewing in myself and I was powerless to change its course. When it let loose just after noon today I was surprised by the direction it came from and the intensity that shattered my fragile hold on composure.
It's calm now. In the atmosphere, in my mind, in my heart, in my soul. This song often rolls through my mind and from my lips as I sit and experience thunderstorms from the shelter of my porch. I think it's one reason I enjoy storms so much.
So I did what I normally do with that type of information.
I settled comfortably on my back porch to watch it roll in.
Storms often come up from the left side of the house. I sit on the swing or futon in awe of the clouds tumbling, chasing, changing, the wind gusting and rain falling-sometimes gently, sometimes straight down in sheets and occasionally sideways!
Today was an anomaly. The clouds rolled in from both the left and the right. I watched the beautiful summer blue sky, with white billowy clouds adorning it, slowly be encompassed by different shades and layers of gray. Thunder rolled in the distance. I didn't get hail but the rain fell in sheets and a slight mist blew in, kissing my skin for a few moments, but it wasn't heavy and it didn't last long enough to drive me inside.
The experience was a perfect physical portrayal of my "feelings" this weekend.
Friday I could sense an emotional/mental storm brewing in myself and I was powerless to change its course. When it let loose just after noon today I was surprised by the direction it came from and the intensity that shattered my fragile hold on composure.
It's calm now. In the atmosphere, in my mind, in my heart, in my soul. This song often rolls through my mind and from my lips as I sit and experience thunderstorms from the shelter of my porch. I think it's one reason I enjoy storms so much.
I will be honest though and tell you- I'll not be sad if it's a while before a weekend like this comes around again...
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