For more than an hour, I witnessed lightning bolts cutting the sky; so far away, that I heard no sound.
The sky was black in the distant. Thunder rolled; bouncing, making it difficult to know the direction from whence it was coming. There is something special about the way thunder travels in the Andes. It doesn’t sound angry. It is almost welcoming; heralding mother nature’s cleansing of the earth and sky.
The trees near my terrace swayed in a strengthening breeze.
A beautiful, tiny, delicate, fluorescent green, hummingbird flitted, as if in a rush, from flower to flower on the guava tree beside me. So close, I could almost reach out and touch it.
Suddenly, the sky turned, as if to show its temper. The hummingbird disappeared. For one- half hour, thunder, lightening and fierce winds reminded of nature's ferocity. Then, as quickly as it came, the storm moved on.
It is the beginning of the rainy season in the equatorial mountains.
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