It was felt before it was seen. There was a tension in the air. An edginess without explanation. A premonition of pressure change. A calm that was unsettling.
Then it began, the first teardrop fell. A lightening bolt flashed through the evening sky. A small flash mocked at its side. The wind roared battering the potted plants knocking them down. The thunder boomed shaking the trees. The creatures of the Earth stirred from their silent slumber within. There was nowhere to hide from your anger.
The sky glowed a fiery orange. Although beauty was in full bloom all around, the lilacs couldn’t compete with your ethereal radiance. The night was electrical, exciting perhaps. We felt the full force of your wrath.
Miscommunication. Things aren’t what they seem.
A celestial being from the heavenly realm calms the raging tempest. The moon is full, the stars are bright.
That is what you would think. Instead a few lingering rain drops sprinkle across my lens, distorting my view.
The storm is over.
I walk into the house and shut the door.