Standing outside the front
door watching a storm approach from the West.
The clouds flash and the
thunder rumbles in the distance.
Wind rises.
And my heart swells with ….
With what?
Awe? Wonder?
Amazement?
We are so insignificant
compared to the wonders our planet and universe.
It’s a squall line. A cold
front. It will pass quickly.
And I’ll miss it after it
passes.
