Passing Storms

Sometimes the sky is at war with the earth and sends down lightning bolts to shock her into sensibility.  There is no peace on the earth in reality. A struggle goes on daily and we are all part of it.

Earth shudders from heaven's assaults  but survives nonetheless.    We do as well in one form or another. In one way or another.

The earth sometimes retreats into hushed solitude.    The phragmites are way overhead thick and lush. You can hear the bay lapping the beach on the other side.     Overhead the storm gathers.

The bay takes on a dark  hue.  I wonder if there are boats underneath the storm as it stretches out to sea.

By nightfall the storm is over and it is a joy to sit outside breathing in the fresh  night salt air.  Each experience in life builds us into who and what we are.   We waste time complaining about things that we cannot change rather than enjoying it all for what it has to offer.

(Photos are taken in my neighborhood with my Canon camera or my Android phone for good or for bad, but I try.)