April 26, 2011

• Spring Vignette

  Lightning blinks across the sky. We wait for thunder, but it doesn't come. The night, however, is defiant to quiet.

  The gutters cluck deep in their hollow throats. The concrete plates snap at streams from the roof. The splintering sounds thankfully only shoot splintery splashes from hard surfaces. Rain makes every thing crackle.

  Meanwhile, the distant air hums, busy with the rain over there.

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