I am a child of the prairie. I love nothing better than watching a storm build in the distance, the clouds roiling and blustering their way closer until I can hear the distant patter of rain on the corn fields, building to a crescendo as the first fat drops splat into the dust of the barnyard, thunder booming and lightning streaking across the prairie sky. There is a fragrance to summer rainstorms on the prairie I long to sense once more. Rain in the city is an entirely different experience, special in its own way, but a prairie rainstorm is unsurpassed.
What a beautifully ominous photo. It's so exhilerating to watch a storm blow up like this.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the foreboding of an impending storm just looking at your picture Bev...beautiful...and your wonderful narrative takes me to the prairie I can almost smell the rain.
ReplyDeleteBev, you have a way of taking us with you in your artistic journeys. Beautiful and moving picture. (Could you please send me some gathering clouds?)
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, Bev. The mood you've depicted, and the prose you've written, are amazing. Thanks for giving this city girl an image of what prairie rainstorms are like.
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