Storm

It's still dark outside, but it's beginning to see the light.

The big storm's not quite here, but I can feel it, it's in front of the mirror getting ready. The air rustles around as if it wants to be seen, the venetian blinds are slightly shaken and react to invisible shifts in air pressure.

I never thought the silence before dawn would sound this way or that I'd get old and feel my age at such exact moments.

Then the first of the rain starts to fall. The rain makes a small steady noise, not like someone trying to think but someone really thinking.

I think I'll  stay in bed a little while longer and listen to things while they become both much darker and much more light.