when you live in the land of sunnyblueskies you dream of terrible fantastic storms. with lightening and window rattling THUNDER. maybe one where you could get trapped inside by the high winds and electrical danger. every particle of the atmosphere, charged with a sense of catastrophe and excitement. it could go either way. you don’t know which.
los angeles gets a storm like that exactly once every 387 days. so on that 387th day you really really really want to be home. to watch it all unspool.
i was and it did. yesterday. wow.
rain pelted moss cottage. frosty white bite-sized hail dashed against the windows. it piled up on the umbrella outside. i kept running out to check on a GIANT praying mantis that took refuge under the arm of a patio chair. He swiveled his head around to stare at me each time I came out. I put protective covers on all of the outdoor furniture which mr. mantis seemed to appreciate. we chatted a bit in between downpours.
i sat inside at my art table between 2 windows and fooled around with scraps of paper and pretty tape.
and watched sun & rain making rounds across the skies.