Before the storm

The air was heavy and                                                                                                          low rumbling could be 
heard                                                                                                       like an ominous warning,                                                                                                 somewhere off to the west.                                                                                               In the distance                                                                                                                            a veil began to be drawn                                                                                                                       over the 
horizon,                                                                                                                            and once crystal-clear lines                                                                                                     as sharp as a pocket knife                                                                                               became blurred                                                                                                                                    as if smudged by a giant hand.  

Then the storm broke                                                                                                                and the road became 
a river                                                                                                      and day became night                                                                                                                      and Summer became Autumn                                                                                                              as the rain 
bounced off the hard tarmac,                                                                              before settling down again                                                                                                             to look for the lowest point                                                                                                            as people 
frantically looked for shelter.  

The air is still heavy,                                                                                                                       and a low rumbling 
can still be heard                                                                                 among the people,                                                                                                                  like a low ominous warning.                                                                                                         A veil is drawn 
across their hopes                                                                                        and once clear lines of help and support                                                                          are now smudged or erased.
Will another storm break?                                                                                                     Will we all be looking 
for shelter?
Peter Sagar