There is a storm coming. Temperature dips followed by the smell of rain. The rain begins to fall. The first drops calls for reinforcements until it’s the water comes down at a steady pace. Weather man (and trusty iphone) said there was a 40% chance of afternoon showers. No one believed him until he was right. Maybe it will be a quick sprinkle. Enough to annoy you and for you to seek shelter for a while, but not enough to cancel the BBQ. It’s Memorial Day and the parades must roll. Storm clouds in the distance say otherwise.
I toss a pebble into Lake Champlain and watch the ripples fight the rain drops. My friends are with me, but I stand my distance. I’m looking for my image and taking in this moment. The clouds become more ominous. I’m lost in my thoughts as I look at nature’s reflection in the lake. The rain drops sooth me. I’m calm. Despite the storm.