Monday, July 14, 2014

Monsoon


The moonlit storm crept over the hill and whistled, beckoned and danced at my window.  The damp summer breeze, heavy, musty and powerful swirled around my room.  I could hear the tall country grass bending and the leaves hitting the screen and I watched the distant lighting play against the sky. Cracking, rumbling, rolling thunder I could feel in my chest. 


I lay there, jaded city girl untrusting of all of this, yet not wanting it to end. In the morning, as if in a dream, the adventure had slipped away silently leaving only a whisper with the sunrise.