Ending Silence

The mottled clouds are illuminated by periodic flashes of silent lightning for hours. The only sounds are the crickets, and the breeze sighing in the pines. Only when gray morning approaches does a peal of thunder at last break the stillness, and then a little rain begins to fall. The birds wake and chirp.

I'm still in a Randall Jarrell mood, so...

( Sunday Verse )

The thunder is coming more frequently. Must shut machines down.

Drip Drip Drip

We're finally getting some serious rain out of those clouds. Until this afternoon, they were more for show than for use, but they're making up for it now. It's gotten nice and cool, too. Even the crickets are remaining silent this evening. As nothing else is happening, I think I'll now follow their example.