Soul Blue

I sat on a rock next to the river and mulberries bounced off my head from the tree behind me. I took off my shoes and socks and stuck my feet in the cool water. I watched a heron downstream and a boychild upstream. I folded my knees under my chin and watched the sky go from white to dark, dark grey and then I finally left, putting on my shoes and climbing up the bank, realizing that if I didn’t leave soon I would get stuck in the glorious downpour.

I did not make it home before the rain started. I did however, make it home before it poured down in sheets. Then my mama and I sat on an old picnic blanket on the front porch eating chocolate frozen yogurt and delighted in the storm. And then, quickly as it came, it ended, the thunder rolling South and the rain turning into dripping. The clouds turned the color of perfectly toasted marshmallows. The wind stayed. The birds started singing again, their goodnight songs to the sun. And then the clouds danced South too, and made way for the pre-sunset blue sky, a blue full of quiet and gentleness, that does not demand attention but attracts it anyway.

aaand that's all I got. :D