Rain with thunder


     In the dry lands where 34 degree parallel cuts across, I don't really experience rain with thunder. The clouds that come around here are rather deceiving; they seem full, but are empty, and the sun swallows them quickly. Although I like the fat and glowing sun, I miss the rain with thunder. I know them well since my time of dwelling in the green lands at the 45 degree parallel. Rain with thunder would come in the afternoon and would last sometimes till midnight, during warm months. From a window, I listened and stared at the lush garden that appeared to cry profusely, but nonetheless happy. 

    Even in the dark, I am still awake when it rains with thunder because I feel that the whole universe may want to tell me something of importance, and how could I miss it...?!

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  1. David April 11, 2022 at 2:26 AM

    O invelitoare din tabla sau o mansarda sa auzi ploaia. Sau cum e pe la noi la țara, se pun oale găleți castroane căni sa colecteze apa. Și suna de zici ca e un concert.

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    1. cara forestieriApril 11, 2022 at 9:21 AM

      Imi amintesc de oalele si ulcelele pentru ploaie :)) Sunt si anumite decoruri de gradina ca sa exacerbeze sunetele ploii. Nu am. Dar cand ploua bine, o ascult oricum...

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  2. David April 11, 2022 at 2:27 AM

    Super tablou !

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    1. cara forestieriApril 11, 2022 at 9:23 AM

      Mersi! Din locuri cu multa ploaie si tunete...

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    2. David April 12, 2022 at 9:21 AM

      Fain și vârtejul

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    3. cara forestieriApril 12, 2022 at 7:25 PM

      Eu ma gandeam la niste ochi, dar daca tu vezi vartej, e si vartej :))

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