A thin black line appeared on the horizon,
Barely perceptible to the naked eye,
Crept ever closer, hardly noticeable
At first ~
Until… the shadow fell
And sucked up the colour on the ash dry earth
Until… all was grey.
I thought I caught the smell of rain
But it must have been a dream
As the clouds passed by
And the sun came out again.
©Denise G Allen, 18 November 2013 14:01