You can sense when a storm’s coming.

The wind gets cooler and sharp.

The air tight with anticipation. 

The birds flutter and scurry for shelter under a porch ledge or under the thick brush. Ready for the chaos of a storm.

It’s been building. But now only silence.

A few drops at first and then suddenly. 

Nothing will be the same when the storm passes. 

Or maybe it will make everything better.