A mountain lake in shadow. The absence of bird song. Sky is melting over the horizon, relieving the rooftops of burning colour. Bronze to copper, copper to umber, ochre. Mirrored lilac above.
Clouds pass, trailing indigo.
An elm quivers. Tiles clap in the rain. Wired Writers 2 W95 Hi Sophie, This is really quite lovely. That movement from stillness filling your head with water through to the rain at the end is a superb rendition of an approaching storm, the mental foretelling the natural, creation out of thought, storm out of quiet - great stuff. I think I'm just going to let this go without my usual criticisms.