Ponder this:

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The clouds rolled by

I sat at the picnic table, holding down the pages of my book, and watched the steel wool clouds roll in from the west. When the wind began to hurl itself against me, and I felt the inner curl that precedes a shiver, I picked up and moved inside.

The rain came. I smiled, waiting for the predicted fireworks.
To the south, almost clear sky. To the west, paler clouds, and after half an hour, clear sky.
The the north: The Calm Before the Storm.

12 comments:

threecollie said...

"the inner curl that precedes a shiver". Wonderful words! You surely have a way with them...and thank you for the link.

Anonymous said...

I like the 'steel wool clouds' words.linda

Olga said...

Springtime in the north country.

Lord Wellbourne said...

From the North: They came, they dumped, they left.

Grandmother said...

Delicious words, a pleasure to read.

Fran said...

Yes, I like your steel wool clouds, too.

#1Nana said...

Oooh...good words. You painted a great picture in my head.

Joe Todd said...

Most of my life was the storm. Now I've found the calm. I just hope it isn't the eye of a storm

Frank Baron said...

You paint good word pictures.

Vicki Lane said...

Lovely description! The clouds are rolling in here as I write...

Barb said...

It reads like a poem, June - those clouds and that inner curl. Lovely!

Morning Bray Farm said...

And I was there, thanks to your beautiful words.