The clouds first skirted the edges of the horizon. Maybe it would miss us.
Then the dark slowly gained intensity turning what should have been midday to a threatening dusk. The skies were accumulating the strength needed to expel the rain. Pelting the foot scalding hot top with fat, heavy, pain inducing, leaf tearing drops.
My mind was equally dark gathering clouds and sticky cobwebs that refused to let me think new thoughts just the old ones over and over again.
I needed peace and teased out the answer.
Beach.
The rain never bothered me anyway…
Beautiful day.
(c)Alison Colby-Campbell
