By the time he got to town, the sky was a bright grey, the air charged with electricity. It caused God’s creatures to move with haste.
And off to the west, a stand of Quaking Aspen turned up their leaves, the white undersides surrendering to the promise of rain. But the rain played fickle and would commit only on the spur of the moment.
And off to the west, a stand of Quaking Aspen turned up their leaves, the white undersides surrendering to the promise of rain. But the rain played fickle and would commit only on the spur of the moment.
