Soft and Gentle

We have spectacular thunderstorms here. The mountains echo with the claps of thunder, magniying the sound until it bounces from one to the other. Lightning shines in flashes. That was at night and early morning.

Now it's raining, softly, gently. And I can hear the sway of the trees and see the grey of the dense clouds as they cap the valley. From here to infinity. To eternity.