Through these dry lifeless hills very seldom do heavy winds blow. The stillness never quite motionless but still lingering away from familiarity. The ashes crash into the thin concrete wetted with the first drop of rain seen for months… The first crashing light trailed by rolling thunder, the distant splashing on roofs draining into the soil. Heavy puddles lapping in depth as they soak the burnt out earth. We need the weather because it dictates everything. Think about how weather affects you. If you there is predictability you may freely float through the world, fearless and naked or you can trust no instincts, and just hope that the rain is just going to "let up". If the forcast is sun you are lucky. That is how it used to be.
It is the ambience of our quite hours.
It is the atmosphere to the environment.
It stimulates your senses.
It frustrates
It stings
and
I’m addicted to weather.
It is my vice to nature.
I’ve been feeling malnourished.
Thank you for feeding me.
(rain drops)
