As wind and sudden chill rush upon me, I gaze with awe into seething and swirling storm clouds rolling close by overhead. My heart fills with childlike glee as I behold this celestial magnificence.
Storm’s heart arrives with equally breath taking lightning which flickers and dances every which way; swirling heavy rains, and crashing/booming thunder. A few luscious bolts visit my neighborhood, leaving pinkish shadows that slither like fading rivers in my eyes.
For a total of four hours, it carries forth, and I take a front row seat on my front patio. A truly sacred Sunday morning…
Photo taken May 10, 2015; Richardson, Texas.