Northern Virginia was hit by a “straight-line storm” called a derecho last Friday. Lightning scribbled the sky like a fluorescent marker. Trees shuddered and cracked. We lost power for a few days, and a tree fell across our deck. Now the sun is baking everything. Maybe inspiration for a poem? At least. Or a scene in a book!
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.” John Muir
“Tones sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.” Ludwig van Beethoven