The Storm is on the Horizon.....see it Coming into View

The storm that is bringing a wave of the unknown. The storm that will soon be here and with it, will be some unforeseen force, that will either be gentle and not harm us or will leave us to pick up the pieces left behind while we watch it harm us in many ways.

Like a thief in the night, it may come while we sleep, may even rob us blind, and then allow us to be awaken by what remains of the former. It will be a storm that will never be considered friendly nor a friend in any sense.

The storm that we "watch" has been brewing to become full length disaster, for no matter what "tags along", the storm itself may only part of the culprit, and it may very well be like the "eye" of a hurricane, or the "calmest" part of it. Like the calm before the storm, it may arrive and level most of the things that we are presently living in. It may uproot and leave without anything from before, the storm.

The weather is not known to allow us any kind of preparedness, any kind of warning, any kind of what to bring along with us. The storm is being as stubborn as some who choose "to weather it out". They are the old-timers, who may have lived through and survived many "storms" in the past, but then this storm may be the one that takes from them all they own, including their lives. Yet the say they will live to see another day, but they know not that today may be their last "storm".

We watch the skies, we watch in wonder and awe, not sure whether today will be the moment of truth, or just another moment to be scared, then relieved. How can we know, the storm will be all we see, or all that we will learn, as the storm can become more than just "a passing storm" or one that may actually "linger" in the air, while we find a way to stay alive, to live another day.

We want to be assured that if we let our guard down, even for a minute, that the storm will not capture us up, into its darkness and unknown, only to "let us down" roughly, and making us feel less than hopeful for having survived.

The storm is never sure itself, since it follows weather patterns and it follows a path that leads it in one direction or the other. The storm has an unseen guide that brings with it, such forces to destruct and misplace any and all things in its path. To throw things and give nothing a chance to remain, unless ithas its attention diverted.

The storm is with no guarantees, no promises, there is no bargaining, no bets placed, no one is safe, no one is considered immune from the violence and hatred, the ugliness and the set choices that the storm decides to make in what it will remove and who it will remove, only doing so, after it has arrived and set it sights on the things that matter nothing to the storm.

The storm is wild like someone throwing a tantrum, like a drunk alcoholic driving recklessly in its automobile, heading this way and that. The storm becomes powerful with asking, is something that causes more damage than not. The storm is without cause or reason, has no one to answer to, and makes up its own set of rules as it devours and destroys lives and loss.

Those who try to "stand up to" the storm, are met with evil and are not aware of what the storm will bring in or do when it comes. The storm will show you much and leave you with less, will never bring to give, but more like bring to take from you all that you hold dearest to your heart.

The storm that comes has only this in mind and will never share it with you, as it keeps its secrets best by not revealing them to anyone. You see the storm coming, try to be bold and brave, wanting to "show" the storm who is boss, yet coward away, in fear and panic, as the storm throws at you more than your body can handle or defend against.

The storm has no friends and no foes, never makes either, even on a good day, it will let you think it can be taken on, yet right at the moment that you falsely thought that, it will bring upon you a beating that will make you aware that you were taking on too, way too much.

As humans, we believe in things that, like the storm, are so much bigger than us, that will take us on head first, or face us face to face, more like the handshake out, with a knife hidden behind its back.

The storm does beg or plead, does not make deals, or allow you to offer it things that it has no use for. The storm starts out with no plan in mind, for it never thinks nor needs to think. The storm wants to only give you anything to add to your loss, adds to your shame and anger, adds to your suffering and grieving.

The storm will never comfort you, will never make you feel at ease, will never make you happy or glad, for it wishes you nothing that the storm never will feel or know.

The storm crosses streets, fields, structures, people, land or sea, beaches or mountains, all the while possibly removing anything and everything that it sees as an obstacle or an obstruction in its path to leaving and adding more to that which becomes of its own path made.

The storm is give names at random, like pulling names out of a hat, the storm is followed and watched in a way, but only guessed as to path or direction it will lead to or follow, depending on most who are guessing (at best as they know), never sure if their "predictions" will actually lead to the proper one that may or may not save many lives.

The storm plays by the rules it makes, yet never follows the rules it makes, because it comes and goes as it pleases. The storm is fussy or unpredictable, unstable and unfair in that all it wants to do is leave you without, to leave you standing in the street, shaking your fist and crying because you were not sure how you were going to "battle" the storm.

You had thoughts of how you would "battle" the storm, even tried to muster up the courage to "battle" the storm, even saying to yourself that this would be day, "You would be victorious". Of course, that was before the storm came and beat out all the choices you had made, with such precision and timing.

Like that would have made any difference? You believe with blind faith and are reward with nothing in return.

The storm grows and grows upward and outward, only until the winds that gathered together, start to let up, then it will be less of the storm that it started out to be.....