Grey skies hang low after a day of warm sun
The sky, aglow a dull white..
Branches sway bare in the nipping wind
Leaves softly twirl and rest on the ground
Crunch, crunch, crunch..
Ah, the footsteps of Autumn
It was as if a plough truck drove into my home as thunder roared and shook the house..
Petrified at the sudden quake and explosive boom overhead, I laid still covering my ears..
Whoosh.. down came the rain like waterfalls..
One step outside and you'd be drenched!
A second wave hit the house, and so did several more..
I gathered courage and looked to the sky
Flash.. lightening crackles across the dull morning grey
Slowly I count, 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. thunder echoed softer..
A gentle sigh.. relief.
The storm has passed.