Weather, or Not... Only a threat of rain - issued from Sky's full expectant belly, groaned and flashed - that infant within strong growing lush and vibrant rolling lavishly, protected by warm womb of night... Only a hint of breeze - tickled across delicate hands of softly swayed trees in their sensuous Summer dance whispering lullabyes of ancient soothing language to that Mother's restless child... Only a scent of storm - wafting sweetly toward human senses, awaiting that torrent - wild and wet Before She stretched languid limbs across the milkyway - turned, and yawned a cloud quieting her child's almost waking... � K.E.Cline, 6/27/1997 |