Base Note

BASE NOTE In gray and moist banks of wet promised bliss, we watch the clouds scowl in ominous pout. Their gray heads collide in bumps that won't miss, and all the creatures at home, won't come out. By Edlynn Nau © May 5, 2016

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Jan Allison

Date: 5/5/2016 5:37:00 PM

Fabulous personification Edlynn got to admit I am not a great fan of thunderstorms but the lightening is spectacular to see not so keen on the thunder though:-) hugs jan xx

Edlynn Nau
Date: 5/6/2016 9:56:00 AM

That is what people tell me. Too much theatre for most! I always hear big base drums and imagine something exciting is about to start. I think it is a VERY NATURAL FEAR! Maybe in our genes, so that we will take cover! Thanks JAN for stopping in! I lost my debit card so iCloud couldn't debit my 99 cent STOREAGE until the new one. They are threatening to cut off my STOREAGE & stop my mail for 99 cents. I should ask them where I can send my dollar until my card arrives. Crazy! I won't get my soup mail? Sigh!