Woke up to a fierce gale today. As I watched from a slightly tinted window, an electricity pole bobbed in the storm. The wind howled fiercely and the windows shook. The ten foot long bushes were bowing flat to the earth in a massive surrender. But what I saw in the sky was timeless. Majestic tufts of thick, black clouds moving to the left slowly. From the left came smaller wisps of grey clouds floating to the right and then there was thunder. The grey clouds spread open like in a phenomenal time-lapse sequence and down came a drizzle that I could see coming from the sky. And then the clouds floated on in a hurry like pilgrims concerned about their remaining rites. There is no end to marvel.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 02:13:26 +0000
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