A Storm is Brewing

I feel something as the clouds gather and the wind picks up. I can sense the storm in myself. It is not a bad thing. It does not hold destruction, instead it holds promise. It is the promise of the continuation of the new story which I put down not long after it began.

Externally, it is a preview of the rainy season. I don't particularly like the rainy season. I don't like the gray and the damp, but hurricanes and destruction aside, I admit to a fascination with a good thunderstorm. Lucky for me, that's what's coming. Movement, wind, sound, a light show and interesting and ever changing cloud formations.

Internally, it is a return to my own private wonderland.