Morning blue skied above spring clouds, the heat gathering, weather forecast warning of thunderstorms in the afternoon. Reducing the dosage, only two coffees and off to the hills.

Climbing the steps, heavy legged, sweat pouring, the city moving towards the intensity of summer's heat now, paths steepening, stretching out further day by day. A shortened walk, aware of the time, grabbing lunch in the 50 dollar buffet on the way back, clouds appearing from the darkening south, the air weighed down rising humidity.

At 1357 a flashbulb illuminates the room, almost immediately followed by the deafening roar of thunder, rattling windows in their frames, the storm arrived. I watch as the the city vanishes, soon graveyard hill's invisible beyond the nearest slopes, yesterday's blip lost in the shrouded rain, while thunders and lightnings dance in the unseen distances of the sky.

Skeletal shapes form, 
within branches of lightning, 
impressions of trees.