Mistral scrubbed the air clean yesterday. He brought out the big guns: Thunder boomed, lightning cracked, rain pelted in waves. In his madness branches snapped, mimosa blossoms scattered and fell to the gutter.
He lashed out at the pines, stripped them of spent cones and needles, reducing them to groaning and moaning masses fighting to stay upright while reeds bent or broke in frenzied twists.
The Med raged against him, rising in frantic waves, some two men tall or more. But he was pushing her relentlessly and she crashed again and again against rocks and piers in loud slaps, spitting her rent pain in diamond showers.
He would not relent; she tossed unmoored boats and garbage to slow him down, but Mistral blew them right back. Then the rain pouring down the mountain rushed her in wild torrents, carrying mud and debris as she was pushed inland with no where else to go….
After midnight, feeling victorious, Mistral had enough.
Winter sun rose, found her brown and blue, mourning her crystal waters, dry sobs escaping in sighs and whimpers, still hurting and trying to push away debris.
So he covered her in sparkles, warmed her frazzled waters and spread the bluest sky he could.
unbuttoned or undone 
A bit two faced this Mistral. 😦 But wise enough to know when he had had enough.
But something tells me he intends to return for another go round. Be prepared!
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Oh Yeah! Just like chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get (Thanks Forrest)!
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You are magnificent
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Thank you . Just a story teller with a vivid imagination. Smile.
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And a talent with words.
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Aww shucks! Smile
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Truly excellent post. Loved it!
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Thank you Danny, and welcome to my blog.
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A bit fearsome, but isn’t there something of majesty in a storm, the visual power and dark strength?
I don’t like them, but I love to watch them. Make sense of that !!! This piece was a beauty, Em.
Paul
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Thanks Paul. Storms always remind me that I am small and insignificant when faced with forces no one can control. But like you, I love watching them. They are literally awesome.
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Weather personified as masculine and feminine spirits, one raging over the other. Necessary, or you’d just be reporting the weather, but I wonder what it would look like if the roles were reversed. If the feminine raged while the masculine reacted. -shakes his head, snaps back- Never mind. I loved the way you did it.-)
rjb
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Water is a feminine element, can’t get around that. Plus, it’s “la mer” in French and “le mistral” and I can’t get past that linguistic construct…
After I posted, I thought a shrink would have a field day with that one!
Glad you liked it.
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Tu es vraiment incroyable.
Je suis a ton cote, je regarde avec toi la tempete.
Merci, cherie.
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Tu étais à côté de moi
tu le sais bien.
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Very violent and powerful. A real battle personified.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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