The Storm Rages
Google Images The storm clouds have swirled around me, clung to me, laid damp and dreary against my chest. I had no weather warning that a storm was brewing. All I saw was bright blue sky dappled with feathery light clouds. How did it arise so quickly? How did I miss the signs? I should have run for shelter sooner, sought the Chief Weatherman’s advice. Now I’m cloaked in dreariness, looking for the storm to pass. … Continue reading →