fdelano Posted April 30, 2011 Share Posted April 30, 2011 Storm Dark gray bottoms scrape jagged tops of ridges, fast-approaching, obscuring now any signs of mountains just passed. An ominous hook dips north, almost reaching tops of trees along the river. Sheets of rain and hail slam forward to the northeast. Only south tailings reach my vantage point, allowing me to watch the behemoth, seeming to seek prey in its fast swoop. Brilliant white tops appear with a late sun slashing at the mass of moisture soaking the valley, adding to runoff down saturated slopes. The storm, heedless of me, or any other soul, and I unaware of its potential should it have raked my safe and dry sentinel post. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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