There’s a mighty storm a coming. The weather creates good metaphors.
Storm’s a-brewing. Maybe it’ll clear the air.
All this pollen has layered thick yellow stuff everywhere. It’s thundering in the distance. How far off, I sat and wondered.
A good storm would clear a lot of that pollen off. Or, depending on how much rain and how much pollen, leave a goopy paste.
The dog doesn’t like the storm. Keeps pacing. Dog doesn’t understand how storms are part of life’s cycle of clearing and renewal.
Dog is right about one thing. Storms can be dangerous. Shelter with your loved ones. Pray it’ll be all right. Sometimes that’s about all you can do.