I drove back to my summer house under these dark, very impressive clouds that loomed ominously over the horizon. A huge rain pour had just passed the area, leaving behind a fresh, earthy scent that filled the air, as the remnants of the storm clung to the landscape. All that was left to see were the swirling clouds and the distant rumble of thunder, echoing like a memory of the storm’s fury. As I navigated the winding road, I could feel the anticipation of the cool, refreshing breeze seeping through the open windows, mingling with the scent of wet pine trees and damp earth.



Stormy clouds gather thick,
veiling the winding road in a dark embrace,
their swirling forms whispering fervent secrets of August skies.
The air crackles with electric anticipation,
as nature’s breath draws in,
a symphony of windsong
passionately dances through the fields,
while the horizon sighs deeply,
cradled beneath the weight of rain,
painting the countryside
in lush hues of deep gray and fleeting light.

WOW Ritva……….wow 😲 That is an impending storm. The colour contrasts are amazing.
Your poem is brilliant. I love the lines –
“their swirling forms whispering fervent secrets of August skies.” and “a symphony of windsong
passionately dances through the fields,”
Thanks Brian I appreciate you sawing so about my poem
I’m loving this series. Both words and images. Thank you!
Thanks Margaret, I so love clouds. Glad you enjoyed them
Wow, that’s a really dramatic sky! I love the contrasts between the dark clouds and bright sunlit trees – magical 😀
Yes, that was great. Had to take a photo while driving… not the best choice, but luckily it isn’t a busy road
Impressive!
Yes, clouds can be that and I happy to capture them
Great images and narrative Ritva.
Thanks, I did this in August but forgot to post it 😀
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