hello from the ever-changing landscape (or skyscape) of the Midwest!
my neighbors, bless their hearts,
invited me over to pick blueberries yesterday afternoon
(they advised i may wish to do so quickly as a(nother) thunderstorm would be rolling in)
i grabbed a small quart and skipped over to the blueberry patch
92 degrees and humid
the bushes were teaming with ripe berries
*pluck* the first one i popped into my mouth
and splattered a smile across my lips
YUM!
thunder rolled
sounding like a gravel truck on an old country road
i crouched low to find a wealth of overlooked bunches
when a wall of cold air took the breath from me
with one quick push, my surroundings dropped 15 degrees
i looked up to the sky
noticed that it was the color of my blueberries
almost as if the Earth was being wrapped
the nimbus-clad blanket was stretched overhead
i ran home
trees bending after me
minutes after reaching the front door
the sky opened up
releasing waters from near and far
i think these swift storms are magnificent!
anyone agree??
