The sky appears overcast and gray. Another stormy arrival is imminent. The trees are quietly shuddering in anticipation, and the insects have quieted, out of respect for Mother Nature's forces. Lawns appear green beneath the gray, greedily awaiting their thirst-quenching drink.
Look closer at the sky. It is not a quiet gray. It is moving, mobile, clouds are racing east to west. It is not a heavy gray; there is instead a constantly evolving texture to the cloud cover not visible at first glance.
Busy, hectic, churning, drawing.
A police car drives by. Maintaining order?
Nothing is at it first appears.
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This post gave me goose bumps. I love when a storm is churning...
ResponderEliminar"Nothing is as it appears"
ResponderEliminarThat's a good discrption? statement? for my mood today.
Need to break out, make new, make different,
or just break something.
Peace to you love!
I love when Mama Llama writes about nature... I sense a storm.
ResponderEliminar"Nothing is as it first appears"
ResponderEliminarThat describes our storms here - the build up is bigger than the actual storm!!
Loved this post - you can feel the storm coming!
You said a mouthful there. Something is brewing.
ResponderEliminarAnd hasn't it been beautiful... the lead up, the light, very feminin rain yesterday, and the hope for more today.
ResponderEliminarBeautiful
Nice depiction.
ResponderEliminarThe storm clouds of my mind. :)