September Rain

September 12, 2019

The cool rain cut through the thick humidity as it plummeted toward the earth.

The air had been so thick that day that their clothes stuck to their bodies and their lungs gulped in every bit of oxygen they could from the heavy air. They had been out in the garden all morning and the cloud had still yet to lift from their heads; groggy from the heat and the storm roaring in the distance. Ominous clouds bumbled in over the hilly farmland to the south and sang as they crashed together and threw fire amongst themselves.

“We better wrap it up,” She said as she cut the last dahlia in the row. “that storm is coming in fast and I want to get you home before you have to drive in it.”

I appreciated that.

The ride home ripples with waves of land; tossing from left to right and back again. Green waves of farmland and creeks tease with their beauty and coax for a glance their way as the waves rock to and fro. Every once in a while a glance is stolen, but mustn’t look too long. The waves can take over if they want at any moment. Even as the curves are learned and memorized they are never quite the same as they were the day before; there is always something new.

I left with the flowers to be delivered the next morning and made it home just in time for the heavens to be opened and the refreshing shower to fall.