It’s near.
I can feel it.
It’s like watching a storm blow in.
Dark, angry clouds and all. Lightening announcing the arrival. Distant thunder warning of change.
The electricity and anticipation fill my being. Change is near and it is all I can do to keep myself from leaving my room and watching this orchestrated phenomenon from my front porch.
I crave the coolness the storm brings. My weary heart longs for refreshment. My soul desires a cleansing.
But more than that…
I want to bask in the flowers brought by rain. I want to see the world washed of this mundane dirt. I want the new life that comes after a storm.
And the calm, Oh the calm.
Do not delay this storm. I see it’s so close. Bring the rain, bring the fantastic flashes of lightning, bring the howling wind, bring the house-rattling claps of thunder. Surround me with Your mighty power. Let the sun shine on me when the storm of this limbo passes.
Let the storm come and come now.
I’m ready.
Proems on Not Yet 
That’s awesome.
Me too. It makes the hair stand up on your arms and the back of your neck – the electricity and anticipation of the storm, of the change.
I’m ready.
Bring it on.
Let spring bring storms of change to our lives, Mary!
I am ready to see a season of change in me. The anticipation of so fantastically bigger than me. That’s what a storm makes me think of. Intimidating, but mighty for sure. I am waiting for the fruition of new.
Definitely intimidating but also so exciting!
We should go play in the rain of our storms!
amen.
Thought you’d like this 🙂
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