The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.
Aesop, Greek fabulist and storyteller (c. 620–564 B.C.)
Deep rumbles of thunder, skies so dark the house lights had to be turned on, and rain so heavy it seemed like a snowstorm: a thunderstorm rattled us out of summer indolence. I watched fascinated by nature's power. In the aftermath, a few of the garden plants look trampled but I have hope they will stand upright again, just like Aesop's little reed.
The plants always recover - it's surprising just how much 'punishment' they can take from heavy rain.
ReplyDeleteWe've 'enjoyed' similar conditions today...the rain was like stair rods (that expession may not translate...)