noted

As I wait for the website to run, I write about the rain.

Thunder, slowly settling its weight of authority. 
Hovering atop our highest towers, devouring our afternoon view.

Birds signaling the threat, flashing through the branches prematurely.

Trees, spreading and stretching their arms, succumbing to the rain.

Worms digging deeper.

Ducks hiding in their wings.

And then it begins.