Storm Break

Posted on November 10, 2002 in Weather

I left the house only briefly today. The clouds which lay upon the hilltop like gigantic leaking sponges drained themselves dry. All that was left above were ripped remnants of the storm. As the sun set they took on the colors of leather belts before disappearing against the fall of night.

The neighborhood kids went berzerk. Balls pounded off the walls of the condominiums. They yelled at one another and ran up and down the street. Sometimes I pull out a notepad and record the things they say to each other. Today, though, I just wanted to linger in bed, having formed the habit over the last three days when the clouds off the Pacific had mercy and filled our creeks nearly high enough to support the stocked trout that Fish and Game brings to the upper reaches of Santiago Creek.