Nearing Dawn

Thickening clouds dim the moonlight, and rising wind stirs the darkling trees. The mist has cleared, but the air will not remain empty for long. The next storm is moving in on that wind. I have the feeling that this one will be more intense than the last, if not furious. There is something about the sound of that wind, like a warning. We shall see.

Boom!

This afternoon, I was about to write an entry when a sudden flash and an immediate crack of thunder told me that it was time to shut Sluggo down. By the time I had done so, and got outside, the wind, which had been still all afternoon, was sending waves of the sudden downpour over the porch, and the trees were swaying furiously, lashing the raindrops around them into small puffs of mist. Though the sun had not yet set, the day was splendidly dark, with but a few lines and blotches of silver among the roiling gray mass of clouds. Even in the shelter of the porch, I got soaked. It was like having sex with the storm god.

Before full night fell, the thunder and lightning abated, and the wind calmed a bit, but the rain continues to stream down through the darkness. The moon was to be still within Earth's umbra when it rose after five o'clock, but there was no eclipse for me. From horizon to horizon, the sky remains a mass of dark cloud, and there seems at times to be as much water as air. I am staying indoors now, listening to the insistent drumming on the roof. Ah, that storm god is insatiable!

Amusement for a Rainy Night

What? It isn't raining where you are? It isn't even night? Never mind. Here are two strange and amusing links, good for any weather and at any time of day or night, posted by waning_estrogen:

Nobody here, just me. The sound of the keyboard is strangely hypnotic. The phrases are disturbingly familiar.

Socks are my greatest love. Play around with them a while. It is oddly compelling, for so pointless an activity. The result is almost anticlimactic, but still made me chuckle.