quiet lightning
a distant storm
the city noise drowns out
what thunder there is
all i hear is the train
yards away
thundering by
and flashes so bright
even the city lights
can’t blind them out
this street reminds me of Philly
he said
red bricks
weeds
and a cheesy mural
painted on the big garage door
of the piano warehouse
where we rehearse
his one man show
captivating and inspired
but out the window
and the corner of my eye
quite lightning
the rumble of the city
a storm passes by
Very nice derek. The imagery puts the reader there with you.
Well look whose here again. Let the good times roll. Nice to see you both again.
Love Dara
Hi Dara
Thanks Bonnie
Hey Dara
derek
hi Derek,
Each afternoon now, the thunder and rain comes roaring in, and floods the streets and makes mushy the grass, only to quickly dash off to yonder parts,
and I skip over puddles
love,
~ Kate
Hi Kate
It is thundering right now here in the Springs,
and echoing through the mountains
and the wind has just a bit of chill to it,
i live in a kind of paradise.
I must poke my finger into each and every puddle
to check it’s depth, just incase one of them is a portal
merely posing as a puddle.
love and peace
derek
derek,
There is a kind of beauty in lightening as it streaks across the sky.
It has a power so strong (just as we do) and if it can be harnessed (like us) – imagine what solutions could be created to solve the energy crisis.
This afternoon, the sun is streaming bright through my window, but oh – it is hot outside!
~ Kate
kate
It has rained everyday this summer.
Sunny and warm till afternoon, then a
storm builds, it rains and there’s lightning and thunder,
like the world is coming to an end.
An hour later sunshine and rainbows.
Everyday. It’s magic.
We are in our monsoon cycle here in the Springs.
We get powerful storms for about an hour everyday. It makes our
evening fresh and cool, everything gets a daily washing.
No air conditioners here.
We are fortunate that our cooling system is free.
I often have to pinch myself to believe I
live in such a beautiful place. Never too hot
and never to cold. And our sky is filled with magic……
you would have to see it to believe it.
Right now I am looking at a double rainbow against
a huge thunder head, black at the bottom and absolute
white at the top and a deep brilliant blue sky. It’s moving west
to Kansas, we are the last mountains before the flat land, where
our small storms become massive storms.
i wrap my arms around this cloud
it’s power runs through me
this storm drags my ass
though our heart land
twisting and climaxing
with thunderous claps
and shocks of lighting
racing trough my veins
i explode
my hands thrown back
i collapse
and i laugh
and i’m somewhere in kansas
derek
what a powerful picture you draw.
dear heath,
I agree with you – Derek, your words create sensations that I can see and feel.
Tonight, I am dipping my brush into your palette and will paint my cansas with the colors of the rainbow.
love to you, your family and to Mother Earth
~ Kate
hi kate and thank you
love to you and yours
derek