The Drought Ends

Posted on October 16, 2005 in Weather

I bend my head towards the keyboard and shut my eyes, just touching the decapitated pyramids: ASDF JKL:. Silence is not a prayer, just a preliminary to writing.

The lights flash as passing clouds pull electricity out of the earth. Hills become silhouettes, the night sky white paper. For just a second.

The rumble and the scream of the ground arrives seconds later. I used to subscribe to the belief that if you counted slowly — one-one-thousandth, two-one-thousandth — you could determine how many miles away the earth had concentrated and catapulted its electrical charge to the sky, one mile for each second. Sometimes I still count, but I don’t pretend that I can know where the jagged trail was sucked up.

Rain falls. And though summer’s drought has ended early, my writer’s block continues.