Jun 27
Waiting for the Storm
the light becomes golden
no breeze stirs
the oak leaves or pine needles
we wait
the thunder rumbles
closer
the dog remains alert
panting by my side
no rain falls—yet
the shadows lengthen
beneath the trees
along the fence line
we wait
listening for the thunder
waiting for the storm
Pamela Olson, 6/27/08
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I felt like I was also, waiting for the storm, reading this. Well done. G
You capture the moment beautifully
I like the stillness you capture.
I love sitting outside when it’s about to rain.