The Storms of Amaphupho
They come lumbering across the valley like big front row forwards, tree trunk size legs tearing at the ground and they charge into the mountain like men possessed. They care not for their own safety filled with rage they tear at the trees and when with frustration they can't rip them out they throw hail at them tearing off leaves and limbs. They chase after the animals and birds scaring them with a thunderous roars and flashing lightening bolts into their eyes, they tug at their coats and blow back the feathers making sure the piercing rain soaks right to the skin.
Then when they have gone just as quick as they arrived we applaud their efforts, we see the rainbows that signal their farewell and we knowingly smile, we look to the fields where they played and we are happy. We are happy they left our farms safe but most of all we are cheering their efforts as we know in a matter of days the very environment they terrorised will spring to life - green and strong and daring the next storm to try again.



Wonderful words. Fantastic photos.
ReplyDeletethank you and thanks for reading, I'm guessing there will be a lot of post on here now about mowing with so much rain.
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