Outside storms:

Just as soon as there is sunshine, rain clouds are never an impossibility.
The thunder roars. The flash of light ignites the room with a fierce glow. As the storm begins to rage outside, the room is still.
It is funny how one simple storm can change the course of your life. The symbolism a storm can hold. Whether it is a storm outside, or a storm inside, figuratively. A storm in religion, as The Savior and Lord Jesus Christ calmed the raging seas as well as the fears of those on the ship in the storm.

Hallelujah the storm is here. The clouds cannot hide the light. They magnify it. Each bolt of lightning, a piece of light in darkness, pouring light over every inch of the sky. A brief moment, yes, but what a sight. The danger. Sometimes the one thing one fears can actually be a beauty.

The power of the force of a storm. Of a force that lies in the storm. There is no telling what could happen. What caused the storm and what drives its fury?

A simple storm, no harm intended most likely. But this one small storm is one in a million. There is always a little rain before it pours. A funny saying especially since a storm implies rain. But the sayin kind of fit for the metaphor. How about there are always crumbs before the cookie is found, or the prize. There is always a a shot before the blood and damage. One small act before a major consequence or outcome.

What I am trying to say. Not every storm has a season or a plan. The idea of the storm, regardless of its fury, is still a storm. And let me tell you they build up. Soon, a storm will be raging, too out if control for even itself to contain.