Spring storm

The days are warmer. The last of the plum blossom decorates the tips of branches, and the orchard floor is carpeted with purple mustard flowers.

Two days ago, dark clouds loured at sunset and after dark, lightning briefly glowed above their mass. The first fat drops of rain smacked against my coat. Soon lightning was arcing across the sky, followed by the crash of thunder. The soaking downpour sheeted off the parking lots, overwhelming the drains and making lakes in the roads.

The next morning, bright sun again. The cherry blossom is gaining a foothold on the budding branches that are poised to explode into pink clouds.

--Julian