Today’s word is: Storm
Black clouds push against the white clouds in a dominance battle of the skies. The birds have hidden in the trees and hedges, protecting themselves from the storm that is coming. The black clouds are winning, soon the white clouds are further away and we are shrouded in darkness.
The clouds spit water at us at first. Then they pour it down and soak all on the earth. The water bounces of pots and is soaked into the soil as much as possible. It is not long until puddles form and lightening streaks the air in a furious strike.
Creative Babblings 