Thundercloud – Daily Object Writing Nov 19
Nov 18th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingOverweight clouds gather together toward the end of the day – all the accumulated humidity seems to be getting compressed and crunched and punched into a row of them. These big muscly clouds look as if they have been sorely bruised and are pretty angry and ready to shout. They do. A roar, an explosion, a thousand backfiring cars all at once whipcrack across the sky. So angry, so vehement that windows rattle, the ground seems to shake a little.
The clash of a cold front and a warm front had become a Titan battle in the skies, clouds wrestling one another for supremacy, but the dark heavy one was always going to win. It spits lightning down into the bay as I watch, the sky becoming a momentary camera flash and a few seconds later another round of thunder resonates inside me. After a day of ironing board heat the rain is welcome relief. Beautiful thick drops that pluck away at the strings of footpaths and roads all over town, making the tar sizzle and steam and release that smell of long trapped dirt and grime. The sun begins to set as the storm continues and these clouds continue to menace and merge into the spreading black.
