the storm was coming, my thumb and my wrist has warned me. "I feel it coming in the air tonight, oh, Lawd,"
It had been a dreary afternoon with no sun. The air, heavy with moisture, kept switching between drizzling rain and fog.
The perfect evening to wrap yourself in a warm quilt and read by lamp light, but the aching of my natural weather forecasters didn't allow it.
I woke to a magical storm around midnight. The thunder boomed and lightening danced across the sky. The rain plummeted to the ground and I could hear the dry creeks come to life, roaring to the night sky, we are full.
The only thing missing was a musical accompaniment to the grandeur that was the storm.