I sit tonight on the porch watching in the distance as the sky is lit as a thousand flashes dance across the night sky. I look above to see the few stars left in the night as the cloud cover creeps ever closer. Stillness I can’t describe a breath so deep is taken, as though the moment is frozen in time. The thunderheads I can now see so clearly off into the horizon as there tops reach so high through the night, shadows that dance as the lightning flashes.
Always the hardest, sitting in the still before the storm watching as it grows, watching as the stars become ever so covered as it moves closer. Not knowing what will happen only that there is no escape, a prayer spoken in the night to find strength to weather the storm as so many times in life.
Peace knowing that it will pass, even though it holds within so much uncertainty it will move on and in its wake hope, newness as the rains wash away what has been, and give life to what will be.
So hard tonight to sit in the breath before the storm watching as it grows knowing so much becomes so uncertain.
Hope