12 August, 2010
One last of my window collages.
A dear friend of mine who moved to Germany nearly two years ago from Cameroon puzzles at our preoccupation with the weather. And, I usually try not to mention the weather too much. But, today there is a torrential storm. No nice patter of drops, just the swoosh and battering of the rain falling down.
I love the suspense before a storm breaks, especially, after this summer of heat and drought.
Do go and listen/read Caroline Caddy’s poem, Thunder. It so eloquently describes the “prowling thunder”,
"Sometimes very early a spatter of rain wets the ground.
Sometimes a patch of blue sleight-of-hands a few clear drops
but always the cough and growl
at the back of the trees
like a pet gone wild
exploring the place between having and getting
and won’t come closer."