Calm Before A Storm
by: Elizabeth Skiles
A soft lake breeze rolls across the water causing ripples in an otherwise perfect surface. Gently the tiny ripplets of water lap at the dock. The perfect blue sky is marred only by the dark cloud in the distance. The calm and peace, deafening, with only the rustle of leaves, lapping of water, and the friendly creak of the old wooden dock to break the silence. A distant rumble warns forbodingly of the coming rain. The sky, suddingly blackish blue announces it's coming with a sudden flash and a roll of thounder pealing after. The storm moves onward proud of its poweful majesty. It closes in, the lapping of the water becoming more insistant in its forewarning ech of the oncoming weather. Gently a drop of rain distorts the surface of the evermoving water, quickly folowed by multiple other droplets marking the lack with small watery pocks. The ripplets finally tinged by the power of the storm transform into large swells. In moments the storm has come, unleashing its full fury to punish the land with its life giving wet. Mere minutes later the storm has passed, continuing on its course. A soft lake breeze rolls across the water.
Copyright 2000
