Last Night’s Storm

A huge crash of lightning and thunder snapped me awake at 3 this morning.  I lay in bed, watching as flashes of light illuminated the room, as though my neighborhood was enduring a crush of paparazzi.  What honor brought the heavenly clamor to my home?

The continuing storm unnerved me as it seemed stalled over the house, the pouring rain seeking entrance through the windows I rushed to close against the barrage.  Once secure, I lay in bed, wondering if the electricity would go off, but it didn’t.

Soon the winds and driving rain slowed, and the steady drum of gentler rain lulled me back to sleep.

The bright morning’s freshness required my appreciation as I stood on my porch this morning.  The sunlight’s slant highlighted my coffee steaming in its mug as I savored the fresh world around me: the Forget-Me-Not blue sky, the smell of ozone-laden air, the sparkling water-dropleted grass, and the deep earthen scent rising from the ground made me believe that my beloved Earth was sentiently grateful for the night’s drenching as much as I was to witness it.




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2 thoughts on “Last Night’s Storm”

  1. Hi Jerri,
    Wondeful imagery, I can almost hear the rain ponding against your windows.
    I used to go out with a girl ( many years ago ) who was an artist. She used to love rain and storms, not so much the actual storm, but because of the light afterwards.
    She used to say it was a special light, a fresh white one, and she used to love to paint straight after rain.
    Thanks for sharing 🙂
    love n hugs

    1. Very cool, and descriptive! Thanks so much for reading and commenting on my post. That morning light after a rain really is special, and often makes me feel connected to the world in a way I’m not typically. I guess having Scots/Irish roots comes with ancient mysticism and Earth religion. 🙂 Cheers! Jerri

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