dream walkings

After the storm

Idaho 2002

We had an amazing storm last night and I watched it decorate the lake with the black mountains a dramatic backdrop. I’ve never heard a storm so loud and so powerful. It seemed to penetrate my very being. Even as the thought entered my mind that Great Thunderbird was coming to me I caught this image and I was completely awestruck.
A whole new beach has been washed up as a result of the awesome display of power. This morning the water is so clear you can see all the multi-colored stones. I could stare at the rocks all day, and if it rains as it looks and smells like it is going to, I will just get my raincoat and watch rocks anyway. Grandmother is the one who taught me to smell the coming of the rain. One of her treasured gifts to me. I remember the conversation out in her garden like it was yesterday. Would that she were still here with us and I could tell her how much this small thing means to me.

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