A storm squats on the horizon.
It lingers there through the morning, promising nothing.
I catch glimpses through the tall buildings as the morning wanes.
It grows when not watched. Vanishing for an hour only to reappear, grimly marching closer.
It threatens between meetings, growing in my thoughts as it encroaches.
I imagine it as a slow giant, creeping menacingly towards me.
I see rain fall like ...
