The earth waited breathlessly for some wild blow. Swifts flew aimlessly beneath the maelstrom like crotchets. His arms grew animated and the kettle drum roll of thunder broke within the hollow circle of the hills with electric thrills. The aria reached its crescendo, as the deluge refreshed vineyard irrigation runnels for another prime wine year.
The morning was serene with clear winnowed air. Armed with a baton atop the church spire he began to conduct. Soon grey clouds rose with faint and rare mutterings like Carmina Burana. Sunshine died as sultry leaden skies shrouded the town flashing threads of blue.
The earth waited breathlessly for some wild blow. Swifts flew aimlessly beneath the maelstrom like crotchets. His arms grew animated and the kettle drum roll of thunder broke within the hollow circle of the hills with electric thrills. The aria reached its crescendo, as the deluge refreshed vineyard irrigation runnels for another prime wine year.
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Pamela Kennedy
3/5/2024 01:02:28 pm
So picturesque...I became absorbed in the moment.
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Cheryl Dahlstrand
3/5/2024 06:58:16 pm
Magical take on the weathervane!
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Jennifer Duncan
3/5/2024 11:46:33 pm
Great build up to the storm, and then denouement.
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Sue Clayton
5/5/2024 06:46:34 am
Just needed a rain dance to enhance the conducting.
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