The ominous clouds move and gather above me. By noon, orchestras of rumbling sounds in the distance begin to play in discordant harmony. I see the winds getting stronger driving tree branches and leaves to roar in the sudden agitation. Small birds persist in flight the turbulent course flight plan. Lightning sparks across the dark sky and I begin the old farmer’s tale count. One, two, three…five! First, a slow rolling drum-like beat. Rrrr-umm and it trails into a loud CLAP-BOOM! By them count of it, storms about five-minutes away. I stand outside hoping to photograph the noisy electric show.
Between thunder roll lulls, a bird shrieks from a nearby tree. I remember the nest, three speckled blue eggs, from two weeks ago. Built between two branches, I wonder if the nest can hold out during this stormy roller coaster ride. The northern mockingbird cries out again. The thunder – so loud now the vibrations shake the ground.
earth has music
head-banging musicians rock
for those who listen
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Written for a weekly writing challenge:
Ligo Haibun Challenge.
Having two writing prompts to choose from, I chose the latter.
The earth has music for those who listen – A quote by George Santayana
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