rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Spring Storm

In the mountains of California, spring storms are the best storms. The rain is seldom constant, and can be anything from a light mist, to a steady drizzle, to a furious downpour. In between bouts of rain, the clouds will often part and sunlight will stream down on the wet greenery and make everything sparkle, and the sky becomes a complex, shifting scene of grey and silver and bright blue and brilliant white. There can be wind, as well. Strong wind gusting down grey streets, or shaking the water from trees and sending it flying through sunshine like airborne diamonds. Then, the air will fall still, and the songs of birds will fill the day. Yesterday was a perfect spring storm.

And, the best cloudy nights are spring nights with a full moon, such as tonight. It is warm enough to stay outdoors for a long time, watching the clouds rush across the sky in the winds far above the stillness that now prevails here in the damp and fragrant forest. No other light is like the light of the moon seen through a moving cloud. It shifts and roils, and the clouds round about grow brighter or darker second by second. It is like slow lightning. Too, the shadows on the ground fade or deepen quickly, the shapes of the trees now sharp, now vague, now showing some detail of leaf or needle, now blending with the darkness around them. But, soon this scene will vanish into greater light with the coming dawn. Tomorrow may be a lovely day, but, for now, I would be content to see the night stretch on for hours more.
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