This is something I’ve been fiddling with a bit this weekend:
The steady ratta-tat ratta-tat ratta-ratta-ratta-tat of autumn rain on my roof, on my windows, in my downspout, is almost hypnotic. If it weren’t just above freezing, I could almost mistake it for a summer storm. Lightning flashes nearby; thunder ripples, then cracks, in the distance. The wind begins to howl as it whips through the trees, littering my yard with cornstalks from the neighboring fields.
The drive-in scene from Twister flits through the movie screen in my mind. I pull the blanket a little closer.
It’s not finished, but it has promise, like the sky after a storm.
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