Garth Brooks will sing no lamenting songs of thunderous nights and lingering loves here. There are no thunderstorms to sing of. No tormented Texas black and blue skies, only grey. The rain here is steady spittle on the back of your neck. Bloodletting it is not.
Last week windows open I heard a deep and reminiscent rumbling. In the first moments I thought it was the grumbling of the monster truck downstairs. And then it hit me…thunder! Alas, it may not be furious, angry, evil and rattling but it is the sign of a thunderhead crashing in the horizon none the less. I’ll take what I can get. Every Texan needs a little angry weather every now and again.
Though awesome and relaxing, the constant calm of evergreens blowing in the breeze is best appreciated with a furious shake every now and again. As for Northwesterners…baby thunder here tends to be cause for celebration.
2 comments:
Yeah CAT! This is GREAT!!!!! Keep it up girl.... you are one of the best writters I know!
Kat, This is an incredible outlet for you to let us all know of the fun adventures you are having while sharing your wisdom. Awesome! Keep the thoughts and ideas rolling; your writing is always appreciated. :)
See you soon for our own adventures.
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