On the way home, the signs of summer.
I so wished I could capture scent with the pictures with the jasmine heavy in the pre-storm air.
And then the storm started brewing. I saw it first through the Jacaranda.
And then the hailstones hammered down.
My children left footprints in the snow.
And then it was over. Just like that. Only the neighbour’s white roof gives it away.
It is still raining. Distant thunder rumbles, God bless Tupelo.