I am listening to all of Nature’s collection of drum rolls in its arsenal right now.
~ 2:29 pm, Quezon City
Really, when Nature puts on a show, everybody halts to listen, watch or do some inward reflection.
After all, what else can we do when caught in a light show in the mid-afternoon, with incessant rolling and barreling and banging of the skies above, and a burst, an unstoppable flow of the skies’ mighty waters that rushes our negligence away.
And then, a deafening silence. And a sigh. And then the sound of every body’s routine creeping back in, slowly breaking the hush, taking over what was, for a few minutes there, a reminder of our fragility.