The Swift Uprush

The swift up-rush of night winds circling between black, rain-wet limbs of pines. Needles flying, mad confetti, dangerous nature, awesome force. Wondering in the dark as bumping noises startle, what's next, the trees that soar behind the bedroom, what will fall and fly?

In the morning, plastic lids and containers from outside my studio attest to the force. So does the jackrabbit, huddled in the softer rain at a bend in the driveway. During big rains, they stay outside their dens, where no flood threatens.

All celebrate when sunshine's here again.