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How quickly the weather can change |
Phases Steams of sun's light streak across the wildflower meadow turning magentas and cornflower blues brilliant. Almost neon, they shiver before cool winds flatten them as a downrush heralds deep grey cloud huffing in. Low rumble reverberates in the distance. Storm's coming. Hail snows. bouncing and popping like corn, as the blue flowers bend before the assault. Marbles bounce off tree branches, thrumming and drumming storm music. Magenta petals stream, floating in runoff to puddle near the split rail fence. Storm's here. Quiet resonates across the blighted meadow and yet ... there! Sky-blue heads pop up on resilient stems to survey. Drops ping from maple leaves as streams of light illuminate flowered recovery under a multihued arch overhead. A meadowlark orchestrates a resurrected afternoon. Storm's over. |