Rainbows apologize for angry skies. ~Sylvia Voirol
It was a hazy, hot and humid July afternoon. We were sitting outside on the front step (back at Frank's old place) watching the clouds gather in the sky. Weather was coming.
The sky was spotty - grey in most parts but here and there, the sun shone through, spilling across the field.
Directly above us, angry clouds were slowly churning. It wouldn't be long.
The clear spots became fewer and farther between and the hues became subtle. You might think that I desaturated this photo but the day had taken on its own black and white effect.
It thundered, lightninged and poured profusely. Benny wisely decided to come in out of the rain (where he had been squinting madly to avoid getting water in his eyes) and watch from the sheltered overhang. (Gayle, you recently asked about Benny. How could I not oblige you with a photo?)
Once it was over, the sun warmed the skies with lovely rays of light.
Moistened trees glistened in the sunlight.
And all was well in that magical space between rain and sun.
This was another scheduled post so that you know I haven't forgotten you. I'm just keeping busy while setting up one house while trying to sell the other. More coming up in a few days.
