Clouds began gathering yesterday. It was the kind of solemn day that is a forerunner of wicked weather. There was just a feeling in the air, as Darcy told Flora in Grave Heritage.
Sometimes, the electric, restless feeling as a storm approaches is far worse than the storm itself. This is true of actual atmospheric conditions and it’s true of emotional storms as well. What is that old saying? Something about worry being interest paid on borrowed trouble.
This morning, thunder woke me. The storm had arrived, much-needed rain fell, and the tense feeling of anticipation vanished.
We all face storms, some big; some small. Whether it is actual atmospheric conditions or turmoil within our own hearts, I’m thankful that we have a Father in Heaven who is in control even of the fiercest blast. 
Tennessee Ernie Ford sang it beautifully; When The Storms of Life Are Raging, Stand By Me.
We are awaiting a storm here too but so far sunshine this morning! We will see as the day progresses. I do love writing while a storm is raging though so maybe I’ll get some work done!
Yes, stormy weather is great for writing and for reading. I’ll bet a storm over the ocean there is a sight to see!