Sudden Storm
a metaphor for my life lately
She stepped out ill prepared for the worst. After all, the mute-grey blanket of the sky threatened nothing more than a bland muggy stillness — as that had been the weather’s state all day. Still, just in case, she kept a small umbrella — at the ready, tucked under her arm.
Walking briskly, she passed several hedgerows that quivered in response to a subtle change in temperature. And as they did so, a spitting rain began its descent — giving her umbrella purpose.
By and by, the minute water droplets created a shimmery sheen on the surface of her umbrella, sliding in unison over its curved form. They gathered momentum on the outer edges of the black umbrella, just before sliding off and down, far, far onto the ground.
Soon a frisky breeze joined into the light fare, sending random bits of rain onto her clothes and ostensibly into her face. This she met with indifference, although picking up her pace in response to what she could see was a darkening sky.
The breeze, no longer content with whispering about her, began an aggressive joust. And not to be left out of the burgeoning brawl, the spitting rain began a serious shower that pelted her brolly.
The wind blew the rain hither and tither, as vertical sheets of the downpour darted diagonally from…
