The very large spider sits silent patient in the center of its web not knowing
that solid gray clouds slowly float from the south. Moisture laden clouds ready
to drop much needed water upon this dry section of earth. The brown spider's web
is strung between the Holly Tree and the corner eight by eight post and brace. It is placed where a blowing rain will saturate it. The spider is unaware of the
eerie stillness in the air. A quietness even respected by all nature's creatures.
There are no birds chirping, no roosters crow, no buzzards soar, even the
noisy crows hush their cawing, and the coyotes' pups are silent. Then the sound of large waterdroplets just a few which bring down some oak leaves and
acorns with a banging upon the roof. A strange feeling of solitude that rarely
happens. The quiet equals the quiet before a snowstorm appears.
Will the spider have a protected place during the flooding rain blown by the wind?
Only time will tell if he is prepared to weather the storm and only time
will tell the intensity of the impending rain after a long drought..
Only time will tell, only time will tell...
Oh!! The spider and web disappeared..I will keep watch.