Set the timer for five minutes. Ummm… Rain… Go!
The unyielding drumming of rain on the skylights rattles the room. The lamps cannot even penetrate the dismal dread of the storm. Clouds swirl and billow overhead, while lightning demands attention as it crackles through the sky.
The eye of the storm.
The wary stand, and open their doors. The porches damp, the yards flooded.
The clouds break overhead.
Beyond the trees, a glow of cheer appears. A giant bow of color reaching across the sky.
I smile, and raise my eyes to the sun. Dread falls from my soul. Banished. Life starts anew.
Okay… that was a little weird. For a minute I think I was writing poetry. I never know what’s going to shoot out of my fingers when I set that timer.