Sharon and Myrtle

A storm came through last night.   I stayed up for a while watching the lightning flash across the sky.  Later, I awoke to the drumming rain on the roof, which I find to be a peaceful, calming sound.

This morning was bright and beautiful, the morning sun streaming in over the tree tops.  As I walked up the street, I came to the neighbor's rose of sharon plants, which are fully in bloom.  The light purple blooms, some still furled, and some opened up with pollen laden stamens waiting for the bees to arrive, were covered in droplets and glistening in the sun.

Farther on my trek to work are some large crepe myrtle trees.  They are laden with blooms this time of year, and the weight of the water from last night's rain had bent the pliable trunks and limbs over  so I had to duck to pass under them.  Once inside, I stood for awhile enjoying the space, a snug, temporary little room with walls of crepe myrtle leaves and blossoms.