My Private Place for Naturism #25
2017-09-04
I heard the rumble. The lightning must be around. Those dark grey skies may be seen outside the window to the east, but to be sure, naked and barefoot, I make my way outside and up the granite slope to observe. There is rain between the grand Catalina Mountains and me, and a sliver of a rainbow to the southeast.
I head back inside.
I rush around inside to gather my shoes when I hear the sound of rain. The monsoon is winding down, the rain less frequent. The weatherman tells of only 20% chances of showers. This is opportunity. I know that outside, this is a warm rain. I’ve seen it so many times before.
This time, as I first step outside my door, I am greeted by the first drops on my body. These are just a few drops, not a surge. I see the dark cloud in the distance. These drops have floated a long way.
I feel thunder. It seems to hover around my body rather than roll through a distant area. It’s like a long, long vibrational beat of a bass drum.
I make my pursuit into the desert, stopping to enjoy the vistas. To the east, the clouds are risen, separated from the Catalina Mountains, which have turned a deep burgundy in the sun’s setting. The sliver of rainbow still gives hope.
Suddenly, I am taken by the sight of the silver full moon hovering above those mountains and below clouds. Just rising, it glows huge. I’m reminded that this August is gone, and then I wonder if this full moon has anything to do with my feeling out of sorts. Perhaps things a will calm down as it passes in the next days.
Raise clouds, color the mountains blood burgundy and insert one huge silver moon
The Free Range Naturist 