Like the popping of a balloon,
A cloudburst,
A torrent
Lash of rain
Whips the window,
Ricocheting
Glass on glass;
The droplets pound.
How can a drop,
Held in the palm of the hand,
With its fragile meniscus,
Burst with such force?
We bathe in its softness;
The molecules slide over us;
We sip it smoothly,
Without harshness of swallowing.
Replenished,
Revived,sustained,
Grass is greened.
Paradox:
Life giving,
Life taking.
Drenched fields,
Minerals leached,
Land slips,
Branches drop,
Waves surge,
Tides rise
Floods.
Catastrophe.
Creation’s power released.
Answered prayer…
Given in abundance.
I have watched the clouds over recent days and am fascinated by the change in the skies. This acrylic seascape captures the power of an impending storm but contrasts with the beauty of the shimmering sands.
Nature never ceases to amaze.
Ruth Partridge 