Storming

I am waiting for the storms to roll in. It’s been calm all day. Still. Silent.

The grass is holding the day’s humidity, still damp as I walk across it. It cools my tired feet for a minute.

Every once in a while the wind whistles through the forest trees, roaring gently, whispering to the woods.

Crickets chirping, birds singing;

Waiting for the evening storm to come.

Soon the Northern Forest will be sprinkled with raindrops,

Glimmering in the crescent moonlight,

as the storm clouds dissolve into the starry night.

~

2 thoughts on “Storming

  1. Your writing is beautiful. I think I have a bigger crush on you than I did before. Please keep it coming. Looking forward to seeing you around campus again in the fall 🙂

    -Your BU crush

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