Friday, September 23, 2011


No. Not rain.


Finally knocked the humidity out of the air.

Lightning walking about with hollow thunderous footsteps.

Downpour. Wind.
Like the breath of a giant.

It makes the trees shudder, leaves blown around, branches creaking in the gale.
Even trees are afraid of the storm.

Lightning again, fire from the air, so hot that the sudden contraction of the air afterwards is like the clap of two massive hands. The hands of a giant.

Rain drops on a tin roof. They sound like laughter.
Children, laughing.

Seems like it'll be a good night.