a phantom squal

Great anticipation. I awaited a blustering storm. Hail. Gale force winds. Darkened skies. Lightning. I waited. But a whimper. Just a soft rain. A crow who dipped its cracker in a puddle. Nothing. Aye, it passed south. Another time. Having the stretch of fine, high sun days was great for out-of-doors-activities, but it browned the land a bit. So it was that the past couple days found the plants the hydration they needed. Quenched, they now blush their verdant green, an affectionate complexion, indeed. The splendid display of photosynthesis, in concert. Good theater.