It’s awfully quiet in my little corner of the world this morning. A small breeze stirs the maple leaves. Nemo snoozes, the refrigerator clicks on, and even the birds are still. The dog walker strides up the hill, her furry, four-legged charge trotting to keep up.
Yesterday afternoon, the quiet was broken with a rumble of thunder. Nemo heard it and went on the alert. Then, out of the clear, blue sky, dark clouds gathered and rain poured. And, poured. Wind swished through tree tops and the children’s little creek beside the street went surging downhill. This kept up for about thirty minutes. When it passed, we had had a good, soaking rain for grass and flowers, and a few dead limbs lay on my yard, a couple of big, green ones littered my neighbor’s lawn.
Now, quiet reigns again. But, the respite from heat and dryness yesterday was wonderful. It was a reviving surprise and I’m grateful.
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