storm

I felt the heaviness in the air when I came out of karate. Looked West and saw the towering darkness gathered there. Heard the distant rumble of voltages being normalized from clod to cloud and air to ground.

I stayed outside until the rain came. Busied myself with taking in the hammock, covering the grill … and finally plucking at the crabgrass in the yard. Waiting, feeling the change in the air, experiencing the energy of the world.

As the big drops began to fall, I strolled back into the shelter of my house. I watched the first huge wave pass…a wall of water marching East. The rain following it was small, it was a thin line.

But the temperature is dropping. The carrying capacity of the air is dropping, and tendrils of mist are snaking off the wet pavement. Drops of water, falling right out of the air that is suddenly too saturated to hold it.

I live for this.