Originally posted 06/09/2011
A thunderstorm is blowing through the little valley where my home is. I could smell the rain before it was here. The wind began to howl as I watched the limbs from the trees moving around in circles with such grace as the wind blew through… the thunder roaring it’s statement.
What can I learn from this scene from nature that I am fully immersed in as I sit on my back porch – watching, listening, breathing in the moist, musty air of rain. (more…)
