When the Darkness Takes Over You Get Wet
The sun is shinning and the light of the day allows the vivid green, yellow, red, and orange leaves to glow. The partially naked trees, their covering on the ground dance in the breeze. A brown dead leave ripped for it’s joint flitters to the ground. The wind blowing by catches the leaf. As it rides the current whipping, whirling, and twisting it’s blown over to a round, gray, water lined, semi smooth rock at the edge of the running and splashing river. The water splashes, whirls, and swirl around the rocks that are in the way. The water overflow a rock and spills over in a rumble and splash as it rejoins itself and flows effortlessly down the mountain. A passing motorcycle growling by reminds me that this nature is surrounded by man and the things of our making.
It quiets again as the sound of the rolling water, the whispering wind take back my attention. The air grows crisp. The fingers of the cold crisp air presses it’s presence into my nose and upon my bare skin. The hair on my arms stand on end, and my skin tinkles. I look to the heavens in search of the reason. I find the glassy blue sky with it’s milky white clouds floating along as if they have not a care in the world, are being intruded upon by darkness. The glassy blue is being over taken by the darkness causing the blue to darken as deep as the darkest blue of the ocean. The milky white clouds are being shoved aside by the menacing gray clouds. The sun is being covered and forced to submit to the the dark.
The dark heavy clouds roll over the sky, threatening to rain. The air turns from crisp to cold. The wind grows angry and fierce, bending the branches of the trees toward the ground. The wind causing the leaves to be ripped from their connection to life. I watch as the world around me changes. The river turns aggressive slamming into the rocks, causing waves and great splashes. The wind hollows through the trees warning of the ever increasing loom of the pending abuse. I watch as the clouds fully engulf the sky.
Colder now, I feel the first splat of water on my arm. Drop after drop they fall to wet the earth feeding the growth of plant life around me. As the change takes over I look to my car, and then to the nearest tree for shelter. I move into the cover of the tree. Dry and safe I watch as the rain falls landing on leaves, rocks, and ground. The leaves bounce around as if connected to a spring, “bing bong.” “Splat,” as drops splash on the rocks. “Blip,” as drop after drop is enveloped into and become one with the river. The dirt changes from dry, and light to wet and heavy. The smell of wet ground lingers in my nose reminding me of being a little girl playing in the rain.
“Boom!!!” the thunder surrounds me takes center stage, and the whole world stopped to listen. Heavier and louder the rain fell soaking everything including me. The tree will no longer shelter me from the rain. “Thud, boom,” the explosion of sound engulfed the canyon as the thunder echoed. I ran for the shelter in my car as the water collided with the ground throwing mud on my shoes and pants. Tugging the keys from my pocket I reach the door. I shoved the key into the lock and twisting “click” the door unlocks. “Slam” the door groans, as I jumped inside. “Zoom” my car screamed to life. “Plink, plunk, thud, boom” the rain sounds on my car as I drive down the canyon. One more Echoing scream of fury thundered as I drive away.