Sunday, July 27, 2014

Stormy Nights and Restless Mornings

How I love the sound of thunder and rain. 

Mostly rain. We need a few good deluges where I live. The desert seeks to rekindle life during its yearly monsoon season. 

How I love to watch the fire of lightning, hear the crackle of thunder, and dance in the perceptional. Poems are written on such occasions. I write many myself.

I have lived in the midwest and west coast. I have visited the east coast. Nothing is more energetic and mysterious as the desert monsoon season.

You never know what you are going to get.

Writing is like that. Some days, a writer can write up a storm. Other days: a drought manifests. In the end, writing a good story is what counts.

Ah, the thunder comes again.

I wonder what Mother Nature writes with each passing rain shower.

Have a great and wonderful day!