Storm Brewing

Rain was promised, along with thunderstorms. I was late going out, even though I watched the light fade knowing I should have left earlier. Dark skies growing ever so should not have surprised me, but the clash of colours certainly did.

Distant willows cascading down to the shore, with their mop headed look, seemed to wave their discordant figures like some bizarre dance troop. Yellow fronds wafting in the wind and dogwoods, bright red, all set against a deep blue sky.

Lightning flashes trying to make their presence felt, against the soundtrack of rumbling thunder. It all seemed very surreal. Inevitability, yet disbelief.