Maples sunset hues match the leaves spilling from my tall bronze urn. A hollowed plump squash forms a base for a fat candle surrounded by leaves, twigs and berries. Dark pinecones and golden gourds sit in a cool stoneware bowl. I make a bold statement. Top Tempest Afternoon breezes freshen.
Dark clouds gather on the horizon, littering the sky, auguring the birth of a tempest.
A dense ceiling forms above me. Driving rain washes the air, slants across the land. Thunder explodes like gunpowder within towering peaks. Shades of gray and black snuff out daylight. A wondrous display of natural pyrotechnics.