"Maybe I've lost my touch..." wondered the storm, sadly.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Not freaked out
Rain and thunder and lightening flashed and lashed outside our open windows. The sky was black! The trees bent sideways! The smell of electricity filled the air! And our three littles lay (or played) unconcernedly in the living room. Bella aimed a half-hearted swipe at her catnip mouse, then closed her eyes again. And the storm raged unabated!
"Maybe I've lost my touch..." wondered the storm, sadly.
"Maybe I've lost my touch..." wondered the storm, sadly.
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"The storm was really giving it everything it had.This was its big chance.It had spent years hanging around the provinces, putting in some useful work as a squall, building up experience, making contacts, occasionally leaping out on unsuspecting shepherds or blasting quite small oak trees.Now an opening in the weather had given it an opportunity to strut its hour, and it was building up its role in the hopes of being spotted by one of the big climates.
It was a GOOD storm. There was quite effective projection and passion there, and critics agreed that if it would only learn to control its thunder it would be, in years to come, a storm to watch."
Terry Ptatchett, WEIRD SISTERS, 1990.
Fantastic! Definitely a "storm to watch."
And thanks for the book rec! I've been on the lookout for something new to read...
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