Rain Lilies

 

After the rain, the rain lilies come.

 

Storm Night

Early in the day, the wind blew hot and cold gusts and whistled close to the ground. But it was long after that, after nightfall, that the storm finally arrived.

Hurricane Musings

My teenage son and I sat on the edge of the lawn and watched the storm roll in. I said it was coming slow, 4 miles an hour. Walking speed.

My son said, musingly, what if there was a man at the center of the storm...no, a demon...what if there was a demon at the center of the storm and the demon was walking?

I laughed, because I'd had the exact same thought. Like mother, like son. We've read a lot of comic books, we have. But we both got a little chill, thinking about it.

The things that go through your head while waiting for a storm.