A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses
The morning is dark and rainy. Rolling thunder began last night about nine and continues the battle as I type. Lake Boyd in our front yard is as big as I’ve ever seen it which means it’s reached capacity and any more rain just runs off.
This morning’s symphony is brought to you by the world famous froggy apocalypse choir. The avian choir of most mornings is in hiding until the rain gods quit the battle raging above the clouds. And the rain just keeps falling…
Finally, some birds are starting to compete with the amphibious roar. And whoever’s beating the drum up in heaven could use some restraint. Lightning flashes in warning of the rolling thunder heading our way… again. And the frogs keep calling for more and more.
My coffee cup is empty and these rainy day muses are not amusing… so adieu.