Just one of those stormy nights that somehow perfectly mirrors my soul.
The air is calm , the lake is peaceful and flat yet the sky is alive with bursts of lightning.
It's an eerie sky that just hints at what is to come; illuminating the cloud packed atmosphere.
Something big is going to happen; it won't be good.
Nature stirs in anxious haphazard form.
Bugs and insects seem desperate in their movements.
Something is going to happen. It won't be good.
The lightning grows more frequent. The silence hangs in the air; limp yet bold.
A dog barks in the distance, fear in every howl.
It dares to break the silence. It's last attempt to bargain with the storm.
Then...silence.
Something is going to happen.
It won't be good.