Waiting the Storm

There's a storm rolling in tonight ...

The air is changing. It smells different. It feels different.

The dark sky spontaneously lights up with natural fireworks. A quick flash! and then nothing. A moment of calm. A moment to breathe before the next display.

It's not raining yet, but it's coming. I know it's coming. The familiar tapping on the windows and rooftop is on its way. The soothing pitter-patter as the water falls back to earth will be heard before long.

There is a sense of excitement... Electricity. An anxious pause as the sky prepares to open up as it moves along its path, loud and in control.

In the sheer force and power of the storm there is a real chance for destruction ... But when it's all over, there is the opportunity for rebirth. The grass is greener, the flowers invigorated, the earth washed clean.

I feel as if I'm caught in my own storm ... All of the elements are in place around me, and I'm waiting. Just waiting for the next phase to begin. Waiting for the rain to fall and the thunder to roll. Waiting for the storm to pass so that I can move on, fresh and new, and ready to conquer the thing that lies ahead.

Yes, there's a storm rolling in tonight. I think I'll sit on the front porch and watch it.