Storm pulling

    Storm clouds are pulling. Drifting towards town.
The depth of darkest gray and black soon to hover.

    Oh how my eyes delight. Softly I tap my feet. The
joy stirring inside. Yes Jehovah heard my prayer.
The slowness riding smoothly over the skies.

     Oh the battle between sun and clouds. Sunshine
tries to push the clouds further away. Ah watching
through the window at work as they struggle against
each other.

     Punch into work hoping that somewhere the rain
is pouring. Leaving a trail of beautiful flowers to
caress green grass.

    A spot of white puffiness peeks through. Perhaps
I may not receive the rain but I may see puddles
that need splashing through. So giggly in this
possibility. Yes I love the thought of swishing into
a puddle. Don't you?

   Perhaps not. Still I can hope right?

   La. Wherever the storm goes I pray for the safety
of others. So dear friend are you with me in prayers?

   Holding tight a smile stretched over pale, freckled
skin. Lips cracked and loving every second. Cherishing
that one second where another smile uplifted.

    Thank you dear friend for that memory.

   Now work beckons. Ta ta until later.