THUNDER SANG OUTSIDE. Streaks of dazzling white exposed the wet and weary woods beyond the safety of the window. There scimitar branches stood poised, ready to cut the tears of heaven that were falling. The snow of the last few days had melted off the pine, spruce, and birch, leaving only an icy overcoat for the drowsing earth.
Another explosion of light and the familiar throaty rumble of the charging storm god’s chariot wheels followed punctually behind. The loud song broke the gentle tinkling of the rain, prancing gleefully over the paneling of the roof.
Chuckling to herself, she sipped her pomegranate tea – precisely sweetened with just a spoonful of sugar – and marveled at the wonderful work of nature.
Word Count: 119
Written: 23 February 2014
Inspired: winter, the weather, and tea