GLORIES OF THE STORM 辉煌的暴风雨4.docVIP

GLORIES OF THE STORM Nancy M. Peterson It begins when a feeling of stillness creeps into my consciousness.2 Everything has suddenly gone quiet. Birds do not chirp. Leaves do not rustle. Insects do not sing. 3 The air that has been hot all day becomes heavy. It hangs over the trees, presses the heads of the flowers to the ground, sits on my shoulders. With a vague feeling of uneasiness I move to the window. There, in the west, lies the answer - cloud has piled on cloud to form a ridge of mammoth white towers, rearing against blue sky. 4 Their piercing whiteness is of brief duration. Soon the m