The Spring Rains


A sky so ominous with nimbostratus puffs, heavy with dark beauty. Like a scene from another world.

Stratocumulus Clouds like angry geese flapping their wings and thundering with the setting sun.

Then a  rainbow arching over the mountain scape, a multicolored dome catching up gilded light, promising a reprieve.

The rains have ended leaving a meadow green and lush with wild flowers painted pastel and pristine beneath the orange tinged chaos dissipating overhead.


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