Glower of the Heap and Holler

Stepped out on the deck as rain begins, Wind. This is NOT a Summer storm with rainbow peaks. Sans rescindment, the tip of the iceberg is here. Leaves tickled by playful drops, flirtation of petting. A smattering of autumn’s crop of leaflets color the floor of the backyard moss. Betwixt seasons, the late hurricane Helene gently rocks the boat, for now, until she shows her victorious strength. A low rumble as if a stomach needs to be fueled. Not to be fooled, this fray will show its muscle. Thank God for the warning, and early at that. In past years, God’s mercy was needed in the trenches. Inland Georgia, not so bad, but we need to stay indoors. Stops along the Florida coast are more precarious. Heavy rainfall, fast moving, tropical force winds headed in my direction. Possible spin-ups. It’s all a curiosity! A break from the mundane. Insane to realize tomorrow it will be intensely gusting. Candles might be lighting up my living room. Staying charged, and in the know. Glower of the heap and holler comes soon.