monsoons

A cavalcade of tiny drums beat at my window - one thump, some tat-a-tat - leaving wet where only *hot* has been.  The thunder beats the bass line.  The wind whips subtle back-up through the trees.   And tonight I need this jarring, this tumult...portending change.   Awakening.   Of what?  My sleepy self, I think.  The insides that feel so blank despite the seeming Full.  Awakening.  To what?  The possibility of tumultuous and loud and...well, different.  Shake some life into my sluggish, please.

Yet, already the storm seems stilled.  I lean toward the night to listen, but only silence greets the effort.  Moody nature.  No real shake-up yet, perhaps.  One bar of lashing out.  Postlude:  more dry, more hot, more blank. 

Strange to have to sit and think about what to write.  Ideas - for good or bad - usually overfill the blanks in my mind.  I'm hoping to Wake soon...despite the physical awake of tomorrow that will likely reveal no consequences of tonight's weather beaten symphony. 

Comments

[Kelly]

We are scheduled to deal with the remains of a typhoon tomorrow for our weather, and I'm rather hoping for a similar shake-up of my mind and spirit. I'm wishing you rainy thoughts and a return to yourself!

[Marie]

Your post sounded like a descriptive writing assignment in English class. It was 'pretty' to read.

That aside, I hope you are able to wake up soon and enjoy the summer!

[Annalisa]

Noting quite disturbs me like a blank mind. That storm hit us during dinner: 5 minutes of monsoon, borderline-hail rain, and then it was gone. The heat was back. Oh where are the days of normal summer?