Storm's Afoot

There is a restless cold, an unruly power loose in the world outside.  Crashing hail descends from dark gangs of cumulus run through with lightning.  Galloping thunder barrels overhead like a herd of heavy beasts clattering through a narrow rocky canyon.  It is dripping and dark.

The heavy weather seems potent and unpredictable.  It warrants respect and preparation, glowering up there, wet and gloomy, laced with ice that rattles down on slicked gray city streets.

What are we to make of this?  It's day and night, both.  Darkness and light collide in a fury of pounding rain and cold.  Step aside and let the powers clash until they weary of it and leave us.  Patience is the only thing.  Wilderness is everywhere in storms like this, stretching its talons, flexing its claws.  Your beating heart is answered by the drumming rain, and it in turn is echoed in the rush of wind.