I've got to get better at finishing what I've started...

(left incomplete some time last week)

When it rains here, there is so much water falling so fast from the sky that the air appears to be filled with an opaque mesh,  slightly tinged white fills up empty space, and if it werent for the thundrous sound of drops splashing hard on the pavement, shingles, leaves, and windows around me, I could be convinced that it is violently snowing. It's just before noon, and as I take a sip of my tea in the office, I stare out at a rushing stream of water pouring off of soaked shingles, and glossy leaves. The sky is dark dark grey, enough that despite the ample amount of windows in the office, if I turned the light off, I wouldnt' be able to read. Thunder crashes and rain smacks hard against any surface, pounding the ground, coating th windows.  This is a calm storm.  Even at it's climax lightening only flashes once or twice, and the electricity stays steadily on,  I'm still awed by the snapping raging power of a sky, which yesterday was pure lazy blue, and as night came in only a few clouds danced around a giant, rusty moon, which hovered low on the horizon, as though it was a part of the city scape.

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