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ladyoflorien) wrote2002-04-18 09:18 am
ladyoflorien) wrote2002-04-18 09:18 am
*sigh*
The thunderstorm came later than predicted, but it came nonetheless. While slightly pouty because I had to get off-line earlier than expected and end my conversation with B2, I was still quite giddy. I made sure everything electronic and important (or expensive, which usually deems the item as important) was completely shut off, I threw on a light cotton jacket, grabbed The Hobbit (since I've finished the LOTR trill already... heh) and beat it down the stairs to where I found my dads flashlight and a suitable blanket.
Okay, there is one more thing about NH that isn't too bad, and that's our wonderful wraparound porch. Such a commodity as we've never seen in CA. I took my set on the porch, threw the blanket over my legs to keep the bugs away, but still allow for the cool storm breeze to touch my skin, and watched the dark sky speak in patterns of light over our hill.
While fully intending to read my book during this, I could not keep my eyes away from the sky. The deep black of cloud and night faded to an almost pleasant gray just at the horizon above the line of trees in the distance, shattering every few moments to bright, stunning light. Every once and a while you'd see it crack as a long, sinewy line of light snapped across the sky. The rain was light and almost unnoticeable all together as the sky sang a beautiful sonnet of love, life and light. The wind was cool and fresh and perfumed, carrying the smell of sweet-grass and buttercups and the sweet, fresh smell of a meadow rain. Hints of pine touched my nose as it gusted sporadically through the trees, cold and strong unlike the temped warm breezes of the evening just a few hours before.
As the storm began to move over the hill I finally picked up my book and read the old yellowed pages in the light of my flashlight, letting the wind lick the pages and the smell of spring carry me deep into the valleys of Rivendell. For a few moments the sky opened up and sobbed into the green earth, but it ceased almost as quickly as it had started, and with the last of the storm sailing quietly and formidably away, I picked up my things and re-entered my house.
I made it to my bedroom at around 2am, having been outside for quite a while, and read under the comfort of my blankets as the last sounds of the dying storm soared inside my open window.
Such an amazing display of His majesty and power. It makes you shudder to think of it. And I can honestly say I haven't stopped smiling yet.
Okay, there is one more thing about NH that isn't too bad, and that's our wonderful wraparound porch. Such a commodity as we've never seen in CA. I took my set on the porch, threw the blanket over my legs to keep the bugs away, but still allow for the cool storm breeze to touch my skin, and watched the dark sky speak in patterns of light over our hill.
While fully intending to read my book during this, I could not keep my eyes away from the sky. The deep black of cloud and night faded to an almost pleasant gray just at the horizon above the line of trees in the distance, shattering every few moments to bright, stunning light. Every once and a while you'd see it crack as a long, sinewy line of light snapped across the sky. The rain was light and almost unnoticeable all together as the sky sang a beautiful sonnet of love, life and light. The wind was cool and fresh and perfumed, carrying the smell of sweet-grass and buttercups and the sweet, fresh smell of a meadow rain. Hints of pine touched my nose as it gusted sporadically through the trees, cold and strong unlike the temped warm breezes of the evening just a few hours before.
As the storm began to move over the hill I finally picked up my book and read the old yellowed pages in the light of my flashlight, letting the wind lick the pages and the smell of spring carry me deep into the valleys of Rivendell. For a few moments the sky opened up and sobbed into the green earth, but it ceased almost as quickly as it had started, and with the last of the storm sailing quietly and formidably away, I picked up my things and re-entered my house.
I made it to my bedroom at around 2am, having been outside for quite a while, and read under the comfort of my blankets as the last sounds of the dying storm soared inside my open window.
Such an amazing display of His majesty and power. It makes you shudder to think of it. And I can honestly say I haven't stopped smiling yet.