It stormed here today.
Not completely unexpected, mind you. But after several days without a cloud, one becomes hopeful the storm has passed.
For four days and nights, the weather was dry, uneventful, and the clouds separated, more than once, to reveal blue skies and multi-colored sunlight, as I allowed myself to be lulled into a place of anxious comfort.
Before the storms came.
And thunder rolled in the form of a sob that filled my head with sounds no one else could hear.
No one ever, really, lassoes the moon...
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
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Sorry for the stormy weather there. Weather can be such a tricky thing. What a lovely picture for what is another piece of evocative writing. And...by the way...George Bailey lassoed the moon.
Thank you for reminding me, George...
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