The rain came and went throughout the day, as did the change in scenery unfolding in front of my hotel room window.
The clouds rolled over the mountain and pulled back again
Gently, and then roaring back down like an avalanche
Streaming up and over and down through the trees
I could almost hear that silence, that silence mixed with the wind as it blew through the trees. I imagined myself standing out there alone, exhilarated by the cold, and this fury of air and clouds and rain.
The storm was spent, the clouds encircling the mountaintop to make amends
The clouds exalting in their glory