Nature’s Fireworks Have Been Postponed

Sullen Thunder grumbled to himself on the other side of the hill. ” What’s happened to Lightening?  She’s supposed to show up by now.  I can roar, but she controls the light show.”

The fearful wind held its breath.  The tentative breeze ceased blowing and  a single seed puff floated by on a solitary current of air.

The grey clouds paled in the face of thunder’s disappointment, shrivelling raindrops like grapes to raisins.

The squirrels remained hidden in their tree tops home. Even the  silent birds kept  still.

Only the positively charged ions danced across our skin as we sat on the porch awaiting the start of the storm that never showed up.