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Let Down

Posted on | June 27, 2008 | No Comments

Did you ever notice when a storm is coming the sky has long fingers that slowly encroach a sunny sky? A storm that moves so slow that thunder is rumbled but nature’s fireworks haven’t come by yet? Or maybe when the leaves upturn with their light green bellies to the sky? They knew, the crickets know because their song cuts short and an eerie silence save for the thunder falls. You can smell the change on a breeze that begins he rush of pounding Pegasuses. One part of you wants to run under the covers and wait until there is nothing but a distant lonely roar and dashes of rain. And the other part of you wants to say outside, close to the power, tempting fate walking with danger at your back. Waiting patiently for the clouds to sludge across the horizon. Who needs a pink sunset when something is percolating in the firmament. Some might call it God’s fury and rush for prayer some might call their job, this is what they live for. A snap or two of lightening and quick release of the faucets a mighty growl and then…

faster than it came

all the buildup,all the excitement

gone

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