The storm arrived.
I watched as it snuck up.
It was exquisite indigo, the kind you could sink into.
It took its time. Willing to sit with itself.
Without an announcement.
Calm, but undeniably present.
It started with silence belying the lurking force.
The landscape hushed.
The birds grew louder in comparison.
Next came the soft pitter patter tip-toeing across the pond.
A harmless messenger.
Just a warning.
But then the sky unraveled.
An opening statement.
Declarative and beautiful.
With idiosyncratic booming.
The wind and rain swept in, erasing all previous notions of hesitancy or tentativeness.
Replaced by boastfulness, bravado, strength.