This day began so lovely, sunshine and warmth, birds singing and making nests. It was a glorious morning. Then the mighty clouds began to form. I stepped out onto my deck and captured this magnificent sight. A cloud with a silver lining. Just as I snapped this picture the wind came up and in blew a storm that lasted for two hours. Furious Thunder, Lightning, Wind, and rain. It was Wonderful! Reminding me of a Robert Frost poem:The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
I love that,"Come over the hills and far with me, and be my love in the rain." I wish you a wonderful day with many Blessings to come your way.
A special thank you to my dear friend Kathy, who has encouraged my to be more diligent with my blog. Hugs Kath.
Oh yes and Joni ....I used spellcheck :-) Ha!
Looks like a typical day in WA ST. 8 days we've had rain here w/storm clouds like this ... very unusual for us here in MD. These kinds of days we call 'blessed by the angels'. TTFN ~ Marydon
ReplyDeleteDiligence pays off. Great poem, great pic to go with it. The weather has gone plum crazy I tell you. We were back in rain yesterday and today... it's stuck.
ReplyDeleteNothing like a good rain to make everything clean again.
ReplyDeleteIt's hot and sunny here and no rain in sight for a couple days, anyway.
((hugs))
Joni
nothing like a good thunder and lightening storm! I loved the picture; looked awesome! We used to get the "best" of storms in Montana; loved the boom of the thunder and the lighting up of the sky with the lightening. When I was a young child living in Pennsylvania, my mom's mother was terrified of thunder storms. Whenever there was a distant rumble of thunder, if my grandmother was alone, one of her children would have to go and stay with her through the duration of the storm. My mom seemed to go a lot. I remember being interrupted in play a lot to go and see "Baba" (that's the Polish name for grandmother). Even at a young age of 7, I remember resolving not to be afraid of storms or have my kids be afraid of storms. So when my kids were younger we used to sit by the window and watch the storms as they came along just "oohing and aweing" over them. They love storms as much as I do. Sadly, we rarely if ever get them down here........
ReplyDeleteENJOY!!!
loved the poem :)
betty