Overcast, windy, rain.
A hawk cry rings out under the heavy damp air.
A red squirrel sits to peel the outer layer of a nut, unaffected by the rain.
An intruder approaches… another red squirrel. This invasion results in a quick chase around the tree and an angry fast flicker of the tail.
The intruder flees.
The steady hard rain wont deter the red squirrel nor will it deter me, the lover of nature in all weather, as I watch in wonder.
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Raindrops pummeling onto the concrete outside my window awakens me from a deep sleep. My eyes open, but I do not want to move. This time is to be treasured.
I will not let that voice which asks, “What time is it?”, steal this moment.
I will not let my cell phone sitting on the nightstand, rob the rain its due.
I will not let my wandering mind kidnap my attention.
As if an audience is clapping their hands in great excitement, a clamor of drops fight to be individually heard.
I hear you… some high, some low.
Some clank on my window.
Some trickle down the gutter.
Some slap patio furniture.
Can raindrop sound compete with raindrop brilliance?
The few remaining leave on the tree outside my window has illuminated in its soaked state. An autumnal glow against a dark sky holds my gaze.
Leaves quickly fall like bricks, carried by a steady stream.
The drencher causes commotion in the air which wafts a lovely aquatic aroma to my nose. I breath it in.
O, how blessed is this time to be treasured!
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There’s a certain beauty in the unveiling. The wind, like a sculptor, carves here and there. Which leaves shall He choose? The ones that need it first. He knows what He’s doing, to refine and to try. Don’t stop the progress.
Just like an autumn tree reveals its structure, its true character, so do I when I humble myself. I am learning to shed my tough exterior. That appearance of “I got it all together” and submit. I’m letting the Artist do His work.
To shed the excess and nourish the roots.
The beauty in unveiling.
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There’s something about a black autumn sky behind brilliant leaves. I love when menacing clouds gather, they seem to illuminate the trees and turn them on….just like a light switch!
That special treat is exactly what I experienced at my friend Alanna’s house recently. A very short but intense storm swept through with many lightning bolts and all of the yellows and reds in the leaves seemed to be on fire against the clouds. I love experiencing and enjoying weather like that!!!
Here is a reference picture of the tree in her backyard well after the storm had passed.
What are some of your favorite weather moments???
Did you sketch them??
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Against the blackened sky
The autumn leaves illuminate
Raindrops pelt, weighing heavy,
Until the struggle is no more…
A descending swirl – the last dance.
Getting swept up in the season last night, I made this sketch.
When my daughter came home she yelled, “I HATE THIS WEATHER!” Then slammed the door.
“Funny…” I said, “I love it so much I’m painting it right now!”
I have always loved inclement weather especially during my favorite season. There is something mesmerizing about autumn leaves against a dark sky, as if they were on fire. And the force of a storm….strenght…something to revere.
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