The storms are coming in one after another, with only a few hours of clear sky between them. The latest one dragged its shade across the forest this afternoon, before I had time to go for a walk. I enjoy the gray day, but prefer it to be less cold than it is now. All the insects that were out a few days ago have vanished. No bees buzz around the lilacs or the cherry blossoms. The waxy tulips display their intense color to the empty air. The chill has suspended spring, and everything waits for the rain to fall, and the drifting clouds to pass.
The Chill Still
The storms are coming in one after another, with only a few hours of clear sky between them. The latest one dragged its shade across the forest this afternoon, before I had time to go for a walk. I enjoy the gray day, but prefer it to be less cold than it is now. All the insects that were out a few days ago have vanished. No bees buzz around the lilacs or the cherry blossoms. The waxy tulips display their intense color to the empty air. The chill has suspended spring, and everything waits for the rain to fall, and the drifting clouds to pass.
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