rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Splendid Storm

Gusts of wind are driving the furious rain to beat repetitious tattoos on windowpanes. All the remaining leaves clinging to swaying twigs give wild flutters, while those that fall go spinning into darkness. A bit of light let loose by an open window shade makes the pavement gleam, and reveals the broadening stream that fills the road verge. Wildness has prevailed all the long night, the pines a chorus of unceasing moans and howls, the spattering of raindrops rising and falling but never still. I am mesmerized by the storm song, and can do nothing but listen as the hours drift untold.

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