Something is about to happen.
The smell of rain permeates the atmosphere.
The air is tensed, as if awaiting the break.
Humidity thickens, knowing it is about to be washed away.
Something is about to happen.
The hair on the nape of my neck stands on end,
Tingling with the electricity invading the sky.
Clouds are stirring and billowing, anxious to relieve their burdens.
Something is about to happen.
Driving into town, I notice colors fading to muted tones.
It seems as if the world knows that something...
Akin to sadness...is breaching its sheltered happiness.
Something is closing in.
The coming dread is put on hold.
A long-lost companion takes its place,
Placing a smile on my face and in my heart.
Here it comes.
Heading home, the sky falls.
A deluge attacks nature and industry alike.
The atmosphere's spit is slung haphazardly by automobiles.
It is happening.
Though the downpour is meant to dishearten,
I notice sunlight pouring through the sheets.
Such a strange mixture of elements...
It is passing.
As quickly as the assault comes,
So it retreats, moving on to other unaware victims.
What is left is a world saturated with color.
It has ended.
This seemingly nondescript occurrence has a hidden treasure.
Even as despair infiltrates a life, hope always follows.
God's discipline and grace intermingling.
Something has happened.
Perfect song for the day: Mr. Blue Sky-Electric Light Orchestra
