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.
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"the inner curl that precedes a shiver". Wonderful words! You surely have a way with them...and thank you for the link.
I like the 'steel wool clouds' words.linda
Springtime in the north country.
From the North: They came, they dumped, they left.
Delicious words, a pleasure to read.
Yes, I like your steel wool clouds, too.
Oooh...good words. You painted a great picture in my head.
Most of my life was the storm. Now I've found the calm. I just hope it isn't the eye of a storm
You paint good word pictures.
Lovely description! The clouds are rolling in here as I write...
It reads like a poem, June - those clouds and that inner curl. Lovely!
And I was there, thanks to your beautiful words.
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