Friday, July 01, 2005

A summer storm

This month foreshadows a summer much hotter than last year’s. The humidity is already oppressive, and the drought that usually hits in July or August has stretched its fingers into June this year as well. Today’s thunderstorm, then, was a welcome relief.

The house grew dark, and we knew it was coming. My sister and brother and I went outside and watched. The trees lost their mellow summertime color and adopted an electric green hue. The wind was strong. It tangled up the greenbelt and threatened the lives of the smallest trees.

My sister and I stretched ourselves on the warm patio pavement and watched the battle raging in the sky. Light and dark warred against each other while flashes of lighting split the sky in two. The stormy gray overpowered the few spots of light, sweeping over them with intense power. Soon, only a small blot of white was left. The dark attacked it, surrounding it on all sides. And it was gone.

Several doves sped past, and a swift or two struggled high, high up amid the swirling mass of gray.

All was wild and untamed. The greenbelt churned, the clouds whorled, the wind bellowed, and, in the Northeast, the thunder crashed.

Then the rain came. Huge, frothing drops. Slowly at first, then faster, then in torrents. We stood and watched. Then we ran. We ran around the backyard, then through the gate and into the field. We circled the field, swinging around trees and leaping across ditches, joining the wild, untamed nature in reckless praise of our Father’s creation. A crash of thunder streaked across the sky, starting as a distant rumble in the North, growing to a roar, and culminating in an explosion above our heads. And we rejoiced.

The storm was short, but it cleared away the humidity and cleansed the stagnate air. Now the birds are back.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Perhaps it's my Texas provenance (although I was born on the Gulf Coast, which isn't exactly dry), but I like rain wherever and whenever it happens. It really doesn't matter what else is going on or how much of it I've seen lately. There's just something beautiful about it.

On the other hand, I don't like being wet for long. Umbrellas are good.

July 02, 2005 10:28 AM  
Blogger Courtney said...

: )

July 03, 2005 5:13 PM  
Blogger Luddie said...

But rain makes everything *wet*.

:(

Nice writing Courtney. :)

July 05, 2005 8:26 AM  
Blogger Karen said...

Ooh, thunderstorms are the best. I love them... especially with the thunder that shakes the whole house, and the rain coming down in torrents... man... I really wish it would storm today...

July 05, 2005 10:17 AM  
Blogger Luddie said...

I agree with Wilson. Umbrellas are the answer.

July 06, 2005 8:56 AM  

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