A Stormy Day

A calm and relaxing Sunday afternoon with a 30% chance of rain...

Clouds covered the sun turning a cheery morning dark and somber. 

The sky rumbles with the noise of distant thunder and the wind blows the smell of a promised rain. 

The rain trickles teasingly with spits and sputters of tiny moist droplets.

The leaves of the trees spread to reach and taste the wetness of nature while tiny insects scurry to the safety of high and dry ground.

Like a crescendo the sky lets loose a thunderous explosion that gives way to a torrent of rainfall. 

The branches sway and reach further with the stronger gusts of wind

The feathered beasts of the sky squawk and screech the excitement of the rainfall, the blades of grass stand a little taller and the color of the oak leaves turn a little greener.   

All too quickly the first storm of the season is gone and the parched lands soak up the much needed water faster than it fell

And the birds continue to screech but perhaps now they complain at the scarceness of it all.

Author's Note

Because sometimes I just want to write even if it's silly.