The afternoon was sunny but the sky was a different cast of yellow than usual. The shade of yellow that portends a storm, weak with an orange-y shade of green to it. All there was to do was wait. There in the distance, a deep rumbling, as a bear or a dinosaur might make when it rises from a nap and begins to move.
Like an eyelid closing the grey was pulled over the sky. The rumbling grew louder, accompanied by day twinkles of lightning flash. From the west they came, the lumbering dark grey clouds, inked with black.
The sky now echoing with thunder and flashing with lightning, the clouds picked up speed and the heavy sheets of rain soaked everything below them. The closer they came the heavier and louder the sound of the water pouring out of the gutter and filling buckets put outside to catch water for the houseplants.
I stood out under the carport and watched the storm move over and eastward, inland. Soon all that was left of it was refreshed air, worms stretched on the driveway, and puddles.
weather’s traveling circus –
birds wait in the trees.
Kim is today’s host for dVerse‘ Haibun Monday. Kim says:
This week, I would like you to write about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the sea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you with a sense of wonder or awe. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to a season.