I went for a walk, the sky darkening behind me, but there was a bit of sunlight, a little bit of sun breaking through the clouds. And it drew me outside to look at glittering raindrops, to see little streams meandering through the grass, trailing down rock and crevice, bubbling somewhere out of sight.
The lake was black and silver. I stood watching it for a while and felt how everything was fading around me, how the violets had paled and the trees bore more yellow leaves, a few always trailing on the wind.
I felt something shift in the air around me, a slight darkening of the sky and I knew it was going to rain. I started on my way back and was caught in a heavy downfall, soaking through my hair.
I sit inside now, my window open and the rain has stopped, though the sky is still a deep grey and the sun has come through, bathing the trees, the field in golden light. I love this contrast, between light and dark and I want to go out again and be in it. To stand still watching the sky, feeling the wind, the rain, the storm coming and going.