We’re driving to the shore. Charcoal clouds drift and grow, and the day grows darker. All the rough lines and divisions between sea and sky are feather-brushed into one scene of blended grey. We circle the blocks, looking for a place to park, then sit in the car, listening to thunder, and watching the rain fall in silver sheets around us, filling the air with the scent of petrichor. The steady stream of water becomes drops that tip-tap-taper off, and the dark clouds blow away, leaving a blue sky with an egg yolk yellow sun. We walk to the beach. The sea is calmer now, but I hear it call–it is ever changing and never mute.
spindrift in endless cycles
blown by summer storms
This is for dVerse, Haibun Monday, where Björn asked us to write about grey.
I’ve also used this week’s words from Secret Keeper: Calm/rough/storm /ease /mute
Petrichor and spindrift 🙂 Lovely dream rain imagery.
Thank you, Jane. 🙂
Fantastic use of imagery. Wonderful Haibun.
Thank you very much!
Feather brushed. That’s what does in the edges on a gray day. Nice.
Thank you very much!
Good description of the ocean: “ever changing and never mute”
Thank you, Frank!
Some lovely touches – particularly liked tip-tap-taper – and a great sea tribute.
Thank you, Sarah.
Wave-claimed sandcastles is a lovely image
Thank you, Derrick.
The weather at the beach can change instantly…and the ocean follows (or leads, as the case may be). Now you’ve made me long for the ocean. (K)
Thanks, Kerfe. You are so right about how the weather at the beach can change so quickly. The day I was thinking of we were actually meeting family members there. When we got to the beach, it was beautiful, as I described it, but when my niece, her family, and my mom finally got there, it started to rain again. I think the sun did come out again though. 🙂
Nice transition from gray to light, Merril.
Thank you, Ken.
Love the image of the “waved-claimed sandcastles.” Lyrical and tickles my tongue when I say those words aloud.
How fun to listen to thunder in a car and watch the rain! Golden moments. ❤️☔️
Thanks so much, Rose. I’m glad you liked the image and phrase–and the tongue tickle. 😉
At the time it was a little bit fun, but also frustrating because we were supposed to meet family, including my mom, there, and then I thought we’d be rained out.
The sea is a wonderful place to see all those colors.. love the transition from grey to colors… it reads very much like an impressionistic painting.
Thank you very much. I was actually thinking of paintings when I wrote it–so I’m pleased that you thought it read like one.
Thank you, Robin!
Oooh, even though there is grey, there is a wondrous rhythm in the waves churning,
“spindrift in endless cycles!” I loved your prose description including how “the scent of petrichor” was present, Merril.
Thank you so much, Robin!