The Storm
The clouds rolled in from the west, a rippling ocean of mile high waves crashing against one another in a maelstrom of destructive force. Lightning flashed in its depths; explosions of thunder pealed through the sky, the roar of a furious dragon setting the very air aflame with blinding bursts of power. The wind swept over hills and swirled through valleys. Trees trembled with fear as their leaves were carried away, yanked from their branches by the invisible tentacles of the coming storm. Thunder sounded again, this time deep and rolling; the malicious laughter of a titan shook the very ground.
Finally came the rain, and the storm’s edge, the unpredictable anger of moments before, faded into the tears falling to splash upon the earth below. In those tears there was life and joy and hope for the sun to shine once again.
Clouds are one of the few things in this world that manage to make me feel small. These pictures were taken this morning, as a storm pushed its way over southeast Kansas.
