December Lightning
Dec. 10th, 2004 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI'm waiting for it.
The clouds are drifting in like a lost fleet across the night sky. A sweeping wall of battleship gray bursting flashbulb yellow in barks of heat & electricty. It's coming now in a slow wave. Cold rain firing down on Beaver Ruin Road, drilling down harsh across Lawrenceville Highway, on Chamblee Tucker road the pitter patter of a million chattering drops play the pavement like a toy instrument.
Then it stops.
As sudden as it started. Clear sky heavens. Little sudden streams are gliding down the snake turns of Foxford Drive, puddles become lakes reflecting the streetlamps like dim minature moons in the potholes along Eaglerock, cars swish by and sound like swords being unsheathed and hiss out riding the doppler echo only to disappear into the next sword being drawn at fifty odd miles an hour.
"It's end of the world weather" my buddy nods sagely.
I smile and offer a rare silence. Nicky the Akita sits by me in the wet grass scanning the horizon with us. She's smiling. "That's the way the Akita smiles" my friend says in imitation of a line out of Platoon.
Heh.
So I ask her.
"Is this end of the world weather baby?"
She just looks up at me with that grin. She knows.
The clouds are drifting in like a lost fleet across the night sky. A sweeping wall of battleship gray bursting flashbulb yellow in barks of heat & electricty. It's coming now in a slow wave. Cold rain firing down on Beaver Ruin Road, drilling down harsh across Lawrenceville Highway, on Chamblee Tucker road the pitter patter of a million chattering drops play the pavement like a toy instrument.
Then it stops.
As sudden as it started. Clear sky heavens. Little sudden streams are gliding down the snake turns of Foxford Drive, puddles become lakes reflecting the streetlamps like dim minature moons in the potholes along Eaglerock, cars swish by and sound like swords being unsheathed and hiss out riding the doppler echo only to disappear into the next sword being drawn at fifty odd miles an hour.
"It's end of the world weather" my buddy nods sagely.
I smile and offer a rare silence. Nicky the Akita sits by me in the wet grass scanning the horizon with us. She's smiling. "That's the way the Akita smiles" my friend says in imitation of a line out of Platoon.
Heh.
So I ask her.
"Is this end of the world weather baby?"
She just looks up at me with that grin. She knows.