Acre 2010
Three keys dangling. Three keys dangling in the wind. A storm is coming. The large wooden shutters knock gently against the wall as the wind rides in through the open window. All is quiet except for the tumbling of dust and dry leaves; debris left by the usual people who now sit sheltered tucked behind their own wooden shutters, waiting as I do.Waiting for the storm to come.
The breeze coming through the bright window is warm and welcoming as it greets the cool darkness of the room, and the stark contrast is softened. Dancing golden metal glistens in the sunlight against the dark green paint of the wide stone window frame. I can hear a dog barking outside, the wind playing with the sound tossing it around like a paper bag making it dance, one moment loud and immediate, the next  hardly audible and distant. Someone below draws a shutter and bolts it shut. The air is filled with foreign smells from far away; sea salt and damp oxide earth. Spices from home, familiar and comforting.
The warm air becomes cool and the bright yellow of the outside dims to a cool ochre followed by a deafening sound like grains of rice being poured from the skies. The green darkens, rich and vibrant; and I am surrounded by colour as the anticipation and, the dust beneath my shoes is washed away revealing a glistening mosaic of shapes, textures and emotions as the rain pours in.
My feet wet and cleansed; the floor washed bright. The sky outside dark and cascading. I feel a surge of excitement as the wind thunders over the roof tiles above my head carrying with it the promise of change.
IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed 
Nice one! I do like a good storm, and we get our fair share of towering beauties here in Brazil
Thanks! When I lived in Germany on the edge of the Black Forest we used to get some really amazing late summer storms too. Unfortunately they are few and far between on the south coast of Blighty. I miss the sound of exploding trees and air being vaporised! đŸ™‚
Weeeesh, spend a week here and it’ll blow your socks off.
You wear socks there in Brazil? Why take the risk!
Havaianas mostly…. forward thinking: rubber đŸ™‚
Tout shizzle!
Remnds me of thunder storms when i was a child. such good memories of warmth!
reminds me of when i was a child and we had such wonderful thunder storms.
Thank you! I remember being as afraid of storms when I was a child as I was thrilled by them. They alway remind me that I am alive and that life is truly a wondrous thing. Sadly we don’t get enough of them where I live now, but we do have a lot of wind and crashing waves which sort of makes up for that level of energy that I obviously need in my life đŸ™‚
I don’t just like this, I love it! I would like to share it with readers on my other site, FreeValley Publishing. Would it be ok if I reblog it there? We are all about sharing great stories and linking people back to wonderful writers.
Yes please do reblog! Thank you so much for your visit and appreciating what I do, it means a lot. I’m pleased you enjoyed my little Snapshot Story.
Kind Regards
Ishaiya
Thanks much! I will be back to enjoy your blog more in the future too. It’s a great space full of creative energy. Thanks for sharing!
I look forward to seeing you here again, and once again thank you for sharing my story
Reblogged this on FreeValley Publishing and commented:
Thanks, Ishaiya, for permission to reblog and for sharing this with us!