I could feel the storm coming. The energy of it tickled my fingertips. Its pressure warmed my skin even as the swirling winds cooled the air. The remnants of a hurricane slowly churned closer and closer until the clouds blocked the sun and the rain began to fall.
The storm no longer held the punch it had wielded weeks before. It had become sluggish and weak as it drew nearer land. Despite our need for rain, we were all grateful for that. Rain was needed, yes, but not at the expense of a devastating hurricane. And yet, despite its docile approach, I could still feel the storm coming.
Perhaps it was the amount of time since our last storm of any measure that allowed me to be so sensitive to the current ones approach. It had been months and I was desperate for a change, desperate for the cleansing relief of a rain washing over me and my small part of the world. Or perhaps there was something different about this storm and I would have felt it regardless. It no longer was a hurricane but it carried the DNA of one. It held the memory of the power and fury of its youth.
Sometimes that’s all that is needed, a memory, to become again what you once were.
I could feel the storm coming and I wondered, when it arrived, how it would show itself.
The Matticus Kingdom 
How indeed?
Nothing, really. It passed too quickly and with too little rain. Sad. This was weeks ago when we were supposed to have a couple days off weather and got zilch instead. Oh well. Next time.
[…] storm – the matticus kingdom […]
So the storm was a bit of a damp squib? At the very least, you were prepared for something magnificent to manifest itself. To be cleansed by rain personally is very pleasant (so long as you can dry yourself off soon afterward). To become your true self again is to become whole again, if we forget who we are or what our purpose is in life, we need a storm in a teacup to shake us up and set us back on the right path.
Storm in a teacup! I like it. Thank you for all the great comments.