The may storm
On the 25th of May back in 2011, a tornado touched down in Northern California.
In Sonoma, stratus clouds, pinkorange in the fading light, were backdrop to the ominous approach of grey cumulonimbus towers.
At AT&T Park, where earlier in the day a steady rain had fallen, the Giants face off against the Marlins in a steady northeasterly breeze. The crowd quiets as the Florida slugger, who is 3-4, walks to the plate with bases loaded.
Three fallen stellar jay chicks, bright phosphorescent blue in the slanted afternoon light, were watched over by their mother in the tree. For three days they'd been beneath the rose bush, fending for themselves underneath her eye.
A couple I met from Texas watched rain wash away their plans for a wine country Wednesday picnic. They decided to drive up through Glen Ellen and continue on 12 to Jenner. Along their drive the sun came out through a redwood forest.
I walked though the rain on my lunch break to my car. While sitting and reading to pass the time after the morning rush, the sound of rain smattering against the car was soothing after the noisy morning.
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